Mad Bad Sad Dad.
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Friday evening my daughter was having problems logging into one of her online accounts. So I check her laptop and notice the keys are sticking. It dawns on me that my daughter had broken the no soda by the laptop rule and I give her a stern lecture about having liquids around computers. (OK, I blew a gasket). My poor daughter had felt so bad about what she had done and was crying. I felt just terrible, like the worst dad ever. So I go to her room with my computer toolkit and we disassemble the laptop together and using distilled water she rinses the keyboard until there is no more goo. Luckily no soda had made its way into the inner parts of the laptop. After blowing the keyboard out with compressed air and using the hair dryer to dry it out further she puts the keyboard back in and voila! It works. She promises to never have soda by the laptop again and even rearranges her room to have a separate small table near for the soda. She tells me that what she did was pretty stupid and promises to be more careful. Later we have some fun playing Tomb Raider together. We both feel better. Talk about an emotional roller coaster ride.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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So while fixing the laptop, the soda has now well and truly soaked into the carpet and dried into a nice soda stain. All attempts to remove have been unsuccessful and now the carpet is stained forever, but at least the laptops fine :)
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The ability to separate what is important over those that only the wife thinks are important are, er.. forget it, one emotional trauma event per week allowed. :sigh:
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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Friday evening my daughter was having problems logging into one of her online accounts. So I check her laptop and notice the keys are sticking. It dawns on me that my daughter had broken the no soda by the laptop rule and I give her a stern lecture about having liquids around computers. (OK, I blew a gasket). My poor daughter had felt so bad about what she had done and was crying. I felt just terrible, like the worst dad ever. So I go to her room with my computer toolkit and we disassemble the laptop together and using distilled water she rinses the keyboard until there is no more goo. Luckily no soda had made its way into the inner parts of the laptop. After blowing the keyboard out with compressed air and using the hair dryer to dry it out further she puts the keyboard back in and voila! It works. She promises to never have soda by the laptop again and even rearranges her room to have a separate small table near for the soda. She tells me that what she did was pretty stupid and promises to be more careful. Later we have some fun playing Tomb Raider together. We both feel better. Talk about an emotional roller coaster ride.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
its not all bad, maybe you blew a gasket a tad much it happens to all of us once in a while. But your kid might have gotten the no soda rule for real now so it will not be an issue any more. It could after all have been worse, it could have killed the lappy for good. She/you got lucky and were able to recover, she can now see the point of your rule(being a kid it probably didn't really hit home until the spill incident) and dad is the hero for saving the laptop. There was a recent incident with my wife, her laptop and a cup of coffee.. After having to order a new keyboard and wait a couple weeks for it to be fixed.. She is a bit more careful now. I couldn't blow a gasket though... she would have blown one back :-D . I think the look I gave her was even worse.
Programming is a race between programmers trying to build bigger and better idiot proof programs, and the universe trying to build bigger and better idiots, so far... the universe is winning. Be careful which toes you step on today, they might be connected to the foot that kicks your butt tomorrow. You can't scare me, I have children.
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Friday evening my daughter was having problems logging into one of her online accounts. So I check her laptop and notice the keys are sticking. It dawns on me that my daughter had broken the no soda by the laptop rule and I give her a stern lecture about having liquids around computers. (OK, I blew a gasket). My poor daughter had felt so bad about what she had done and was crying. I felt just terrible, like the worst dad ever. So I go to her room with my computer toolkit and we disassemble the laptop together and using distilled water she rinses the keyboard until there is no more goo. Luckily no soda had made its way into the inner parts of the laptop. After blowing the keyboard out with compressed air and using the hair dryer to dry it out further she puts the keyboard back in and voila! It works. She promises to never have soda by the laptop again and even rearranges her room to have a separate small table near for the soda. She tells me that what she did was pretty stupid and promises to be more careful. Later we have some fun playing Tomb Raider together. We both feel better. Talk about an emotional roller coaster ride.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
S Houghtelin wrote:
I felt just terrible, like the worst dad ever. So I go to her room with my computer toolkit and we disassemble the laptop together
I think the beauty of this is that you recognized in yourself something that you wanted to correct, and you did so, in the process showing your daughter that while you are not perfect, you can see your own mistakes and make the effort to fix them. I imagine she loves you all the more. Good job, I say! Marc
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S Houghtelin wrote:
I felt just terrible, like the worst dad ever. So I go to her room with my computer toolkit and we disassemble the laptop together
I think the beauty of this is that you recognized in yourself something that you wanted to correct, and you did so, in the process showing your daughter that while you are not perfect, you can see your own mistakes and make the effort to fix them. I imagine she loves you all the more. Good job, I say! Marc
A very heartfelt response, Thank you.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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Friday evening my daughter was having problems logging into one of her online accounts. So I check her laptop and notice the keys are sticking. It dawns on me that my daughter had broken the no soda by the laptop rule and I give her a stern lecture about having liquids around computers. (OK, I blew a gasket). My poor daughter had felt so bad about what she had done and was crying. I felt just terrible, like the worst dad ever. So I go to her room with my computer toolkit and we disassemble the laptop together and using distilled water she rinses the keyboard until there is no more goo. Luckily no soda had made its way into the inner parts of the laptop. After blowing the keyboard out with compressed air and using the hair dryer to dry it out further she puts the keyboard back in and voila! It works. She promises to never have soda by the laptop again and even rearranges her room to have a separate small table near for the soda. She tells me that what she did was pretty stupid and promises to be more careful. Later we have some fun playing Tomb Raider together. We both feel better. Talk about an emotional roller coaster ride.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
Sounds like an episode of Full House. ;)
"You have died of Dysentery!" Have a nice day! ~Todd Gibson
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Sounds like an episode of Full House. ;)
"You have died of Dysentery!" Have a nice day! ~Todd Gibson
Minus the Trashly twins. :) [Edit] After giving it some thought, minus the weird Uncle in the basement, Oh and other one in the attic, and... No, not like full house. :laugh:
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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Friday evening my daughter was having problems logging into one of her online accounts. So I check her laptop and notice the keys are sticking. It dawns on me that my daughter had broken the no soda by the laptop rule and I give her a stern lecture about having liquids around computers. (OK, I blew a gasket). My poor daughter had felt so bad about what she had done and was crying. I felt just terrible, like the worst dad ever. So I go to her room with my computer toolkit and we disassemble the laptop together and using distilled water she rinses the keyboard until there is no more goo. Luckily no soda had made its way into the inner parts of the laptop. After blowing the keyboard out with compressed air and using the hair dryer to dry it out further she puts the keyboard back in and voila! It works. She promises to never have soda by the laptop again and even rearranges her room to have a separate small table near for the soda. She tells me that what she did was pretty stupid and promises to be more careful. Later we have some fun playing Tomb Raider together. We both feel better. Talk about an emotional roller coaster ride.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
Good job, S and daughter :rose:. I like that you fixed the problem together; my daughter and I have done a few of those.
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Friday evening my daughter was having problems logging into one of her online accounts. So I check her laptop and notice the keys are sticking. It dawns on me that my daughter had broken the no soda by the laptop rule and I give her a stern lecture about having liquids around computers. (OK, I blew a gasket). My poor daughter had felt so bad about what she had done and was crying. I felt just terrible, like the worst dad ever. So I go to her room with my computer toolkit and we disassemble the laptop together and using distilled water she rinses the keyboard until there is no more goo. Luckily no soda had made its way into the inner parts of the laptop. After blowing the keyboard out with compressed air and using the hair dryer to dry it out further she puts the keyboard back in and voila! It works. She promises to never have soda by the laptop again and even rearranges her room to have a separate small table near for the soda. She tells me that what she did was pretty stupid and promises to be more careful. Later we have some fun playing Tomb Raider together. We both feel better. Talk about an emotional roller coaster ride.
It was broke, so I fixed it.
Reminds me when I got into my car, went to shift into drive and couldn't move the shifter. Turns out my daughter or a friend had spilled a huge cup of soda all over the console of my car. She cleaned some of it, but not all. Turns out that Dr. Pepper is not only very sticky, it took the paint off the radio buttons.
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Reminds me when I got into my car, went to shift into drive and couldn't move the shifter. Turns out my daughter or a friend had spilled a huge cup of soda all over the console of my car. She cleaned some of it, but not all. Turns out that Dr. Pepper is not only very sticky, it took the paint off the radio buttons.
Imagine what it does to our insides... :~
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Imagine what it does to our insides... :~
Your digestive system has a much stronger acid there already; all it does is give you gas. ;-/
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason? Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful? --Zachris Topelius Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies. -- Sarah Hoyt
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Reminds me when I got into my car, went to shift into drive and couldn't move the shifter. Turns out my daughter or a friend had spilled a huge cup of soda all over the console of my car. She cleaned some of it, but not all. Turns out that Dr. Pepper is not only very sticky, it took the paint off the radio buttons.
Dr Pepper saved me from a speeding ticket once. I once owned a Dodge Colt that had a flat surface right in front of the speedometer. Seems the previous owner (Whom I knew) would put their Dr Pepper on that flat spot, well the obvious spills occurred and would promptly drain itself into the speedometer innards and after while the speedometer would stick and not move at all. After I got the car, I cleaned what I could out of the dash and got the speedometer working but it would never go below 30mph. One day on my way into work I saw the flashing blue and red lights in my rear view mirror and saw that I was doing 65 in a 55 zone. Darn, I knew I was toast. The officer asked me if I knew how fast I was going, as my mind raced for the nonexistent ultimate excuse I happened to glance at the speedometer and noticed it stuck at 30. I quickly said “No sir I didn’t know” and pointed at the speedometer. After looking at the speedometer he let me off with a warning and instructions to get the speedometer fixed. Thank you Dr Pepper! :rolleyes:
It was broke, so I fixed it.
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Your digestive system has a much stronger acid there already; all it does is give you gas. ;-/
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason? Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful? --Zachris Topelius Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies. -- Sarah Hoyt