Monday, April 13, 2009

At Least It Wasn't Brain Fry

I woke up Sunday morning to the smell of burning electrical circuits, one of my most favorite (facetiousness fully intended) smells in the world, because, not being paranoid at all, when I smell that, I automatically assume that all of the wiring in my entire house is about to burst into flames so I walk around, dragging my palms over the walls, looking for hot spots, while my nose is working like some rodent.
Have I mentioned that I am deathly afraid of fire? 
I used to be Panic Attack afraid of fire, but I've calmed down to Incredibly Freaked Out afraid of fire.  I'm probably the worst at Christmas time, when I lie awake many nights, worrying about all of those extension cords and lights, and, oh-gawd I can't even think about that right now...
I finally located the source of the Very Scary Electrical Smell, which was my desktop computer, and when we popped it open, we found that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.
No fire.  No computer, either, but, that's not a big deal compared to, say, not being able to reach your children because of a wall of flames.
See where my mind goes?  Isn't that awful?
I take full responsibility for killing the computer, because even though I do try my best to keep the dust out, there was probably enough cat hair compacted around the front USB jacks to built a whole other cat, so, yeah, it was definitely a death due to neglect thing.  Luckily, we have the rockin' little netbook, so nobody is twitching due to internet withdrawal.  I haven't decided if I am in the market for a whole new set-up or just a repair--we'll see what mood strikes me over the course of the next week or two, and, of course, what I can get away with.  You know how it don't WANT to have to buy a new computer, but, gee, you sure hate to waste this "opportunity"...hehe...


  1. Before I had kids, anytime I was alone in the house I would start worrying that I was going to be afraid of someone breaking in. Yes...worrying about being afraid. The weird thing soon as I would go to bed, I would IMMEDIATELY start worrying that the furnace would blow up. The brain is a strange thing. I'm glad there was no wall of flames.

  2. And isn't it strange how your fears change when you have children? I don't remember being so afraid of fire before my daughters were born....maybe a little, but it definitely got much, much worse when they came along.


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