my keyboard died. under warrnty;fix onsite in 2 days. i can only use adaptive intrface onscreen kbd. real slow. back rsn.
2 make life fun…
by CJ | Apr 26, 2010 | Journal | 13 comments
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oh no! 2 days!
I hope you have an alternative machine to work on …
IIRC, didn’t your last laptop have a keyboard problem? I know you’re not easy on keyboards, but they’re supposed to take that kind of treatment. I don’t see you slamming your fingers into the keys like a kung-fu master, so there must be some other reason why they’re going bad. I like my Dell computers, I just don’t particularly care to type on a laptop keyboard.
Here’s hoping you’re back up soon.
With your track record with keyboards, you might consider buying a cheap USB keyboard just to plug in for these times!
Wait…is this going to delay your novel? WAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
I would be pounding my head against the nearest wall. Hope you get all together soon with minimum setbacks! 🙁
P.S. My ‘Argh” seems to be overlaying the first line of your test on recent posts. Don’t understand why but please edit it if possible. My apologies to all. s_
Looks like the silly software doesn’t know what to do with really long ‘words’. If CJ doesn’t get around to editing it, it should scroll off after a few more posts. 🙂
Using the other laptop, the old one with the keyboard problem.
It’s my brand new Dell with the problem, but it’s not Dell’s fault. I upended a full cup of coffee onto the keyboard, which of course sits atop the motherboard. We hope that’s all that’s wrong. However…the good news: I have a no-fault onsite service policy, so the nice tech is coming with a new keyboard/palmrest assembly in a day or so. And meanwhile thanks to the housenet, I’m backed up onto the old machine.
I could resurrect 1) the OK response from the afflicted touchpad and 2) a cursor move. This let me bring up the handicapped access keyboard onscreen, and slowly tap my way through to, yes, enter my password and get onto my machine, then get to the internet, get Dell, get Dell to find my account, remoting to my machine, then get to Dell chat and type, pathetically, after several tries, KBD FAIL….
Fortunately I got one of the ace chat guys who comprehended, and he remoted to get my account id, found out I had the goldplated policy, and typed back, “Sit back and relax: you’re getting a new keyboard.” I typed: “w/ pad/palmrest?” He typed “yes,” and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Today I had to help Joan, who had a bizarre accident when a woman impaled her foot with a stiletto heel at a dance with her husband—she had to get her dog to the vet on an emergency—he gets surgery today. Then she has to get to the doc on another issue; and her casted foot can’t reach the gas pedal, so she’s SOL if we don’t drive her: we’ll leave her and another friend will likely pick her up, or we will. It’s raining, so we aren’t able to do yard work. It’s vaguely possible we may rip out Jane’s closet wall to get at the plumbing today. If she’s up for it. She’s been incredibly tired.
Then Joan’s going to have to go to another doc for her foot tomorrow. When it’s also supposed to rain. And I don’t know when we’re picking up the dog. His name is Bro, short for Brogham, I think, and he’s a Wheaten Terrier, a very sweet dog, very affectionate toward me and Jane, and I have never reconciled myself to doggy kisses, which just bother me no end—so I remain an unresolved target for poor Bro, who so wants to tell everybody he loves them. I got it in the ear while preparing to drive this morning, but thank goodness not in the face: he’s a very large dog, and that’s sort of an enveloping experience. 😉 Theoretically I love dogs; but not doggy kisses. Thank goodness cats aren’t quite so—damply affectionate. 😆
Anyway, poor Bro is going to have a rough day, and here’s hoping he’ll be fine in a few hours. Here’s hoping Joan will be.
Now I’m going to see if I can get some work done.
Last time I went keyboard shopping, I was aghast. Really, all I want in a keyboard is…a keyboard. Not something that looks like it could pilot a starship — cool as that would be. Prices? Whew!
But you can still, after a good bit of hunting, find a simple, basic keyboard for a shockingly cheap price. (Not the sturdiest things in the world, but so-so.) I’d really recommend you get a spare for emergencies.
Last year, I had to replace my laptop, 2 years old but still fine. Seems my cat just had to walk across the desk, upend a full glass of iced tea, and leap across the keyboard…while I frantically unplugged everything and ran for towels. The cat? “What? I didn’t mean to do anything.” I couldn’t be *too* mad at him; he honestly didn’t mean any harm. Just being himself, i.e., a tad goofy and clumsy, wacky sense of humor, and well, a cat with cat notions of how to be (obviously). Note: said cat lived. Did not throw cat out airlock. (Tempted, rather, but no.) Heck, he’s sweet.
Good luck getting your keyboard ASAP. You might wind up with one of those, “I can fly through Tripoint with this gods-be thing.”
My Cherry keyboard (cheapest keyboard they had and the only extra keys are the windows button, which I don’t use anyway, I’d trade them for a larger space bar) is now about eight years old and still works fine, but it’s missing a piece of one corner – took a fall. I’m rather happy with it, but it depends upon personal keyboarding style, I prefer the raised keys and that they aren’t overly sensitive.
Most keyboards will survive a spill of liquid as there is normally a membrane between them and the contacts. I have in the past washed up with warm water with a little detergent in, then rinsed in cool water and left to dry.
But then I also always keep a spare keyboard, mouse, pc, laptop etc. around just in case……
Good luck with getting it replaced
Hot tea up-ended on the lower right hand corner of an Inspiron laptop will fry the hard drive. The spill was caused by Gabe trying to kiss me while I was drinking the tea. I screamed, of course, and he jumped and ran.
That’s a worrisome thought. I’m sure the drive is ok, however: I was able to retrieve files.
Hot tea. Ow!
eek. Like most, I’d be on the verge of hysterics and rythmically smacking head against something very solid. My mom got tired of always replacing the keyboards for the desktop — my step-dad is very old school. He pounds that puppy like it was an ancient manual Remington. Not particularly good for little plastic bits and itsy springs. So she got one of the gel roll-up keyboards and it seems to work find and ignore the hammering.
I have yet to annoint any keyboard, but live in terror of it happening. Rule one — all drinks must be in an adult sippy cup with screw on lid and not allowed to live next to the computer. When I’m on the laptop, the drink lives on the floor; if I’m on the desktop, it sits in a slightly open drawer which is below the top of the desk. Definitely paranoid, but pretty much makes it klutz and cat proof — so far anyway.