I’ve had more than a few computer keyboards over the years. The last dozen or so have been Logitech devices. A year ago, my desktop’s keyboard died after imbibing one too many glasses of Pinot Grigio. I diagnosed it with end-stage cirrhosis. I made a short trip to our neighborhood Office Depot and purchased nice wireless keyboard and mouse to replace it.
Cable management is always as big a deal on my desk as it is in the observatory where there are wires for the telescope dew-cap heater, GPS, electronic focuser, mount power, camera power, camera control (USB), mount control, and so forth. The vernacular for a tangle of such cables is a rat’s nest. Sometimes computer code becomes so convoluted that programmers refer to it as spaghetti code. It’s a bit like the rat’s nest metaphor, I think.
Back to my wireless keyboard. In case you were wondering, it works beautifully, and it hasn’t yet taken up alcoholic beverages. Today, I sat down to write this brief blog entry and realized that there was no keyboard on the desk. I looked around and came to find it on the floor under the desk. “Hmmm, I wonder how it got there?”
Could it have been Kedi? Surely not Kedi! Not Kedi who uses my desk as a Boca Chica type launching pad to rocket herself onto bookshelves. Oh well, the keyboard is no worse for wear this time. My only concern is that with each recurrence, the keyboard is in danger of potentially fatal fractures. If its predecessor died of a gastroenterological malady, this one may yet succumb to the ravages of orthopedic trauma.
Alas, everything has a limited lifespan.