"My keyboard is messed up." "I sprayed soda on my keyboard and now it doesn't work right." Just wait until I poop on it.
I'm thinkin' that middle ground. Y'know, that "soft-serve" kind of a deal where it's thick enough to really have staying power but too soft to just grab it with TP and lift it cleanly away.
Right on the money. You may now get a job translating Baba's posts. After two and a half days to dry out, I see everything is working fine now. I was afraid I was going to have to replace the keyboard. I have a spare one I bought new a few years ago, for when I need to replace one, but I would hate to use it already. This keyboard isn't much over ten years old, I don't think. You can even still read some of the keys, through the grime. (But you don't want to turn it upside down and shake it; the junk that falls out would gag a maggot.)
I'm a fair psycholinguist. I'm fluent in both Typonese and Drunkish, and proficient in Hardwaregotfuckedupanese. Baba's tougher to translate -- Tardistani is a tricky language. In fact, ep's Drunkish has a heavy Tardistani accent to it.
Well, there's understanding the actual words . . . and then there's understanding what baba was trying to say . . . and then there's understanding the thought process that led to baba trying to say what he did in the words he used.
Yeah, I have a favorite keyboard that I'm loathe to replace, even though I've worn out the keys. It's almost impossible to read the lettering. My niece was over here the other day using my PC, and she was having trouble making a birthday card. She asked me, "Uncle John, where's the 'H' key?" to which I replied, "Oh, it's right next to the 'G' Key." A few moments of silence pass and I hear, "Uncle John, where's the 'G' key?" I'll never replace it! Not until all of the lettering is gone, and the springs fail. Even then, I might just try to fix it.
