I love Dell. I’ve used their machines since, oh, the 1990’s; and right now I have problems—I nurse the thing to give me functionality—oh, heck, just forgive me the misspellings this thing is causing; and the fact the mouse thinks it has a stuck key….and

I get to Dell technical. Now, if you pay for the at-home/office service option, you get the US thoroughly knowledgeable tech office, with nice folk who will ask you to run Diagnostics, (the Fn key plus power) and record the error messages. You go back on chat (you could skip a step if you just ran diagnostics first)—and give them the error message numbers, and that lets them know any hardware problem.

So because I insist on a trackpoint mouse instead of a touchpad, it takes me one extra day for them to fly a key board to the Spokane techs, but I’ll get a nice guy with a pocket protector, a screwdriver, and a new key board and face for my computer, probably about Tuesday, and meanwhile I can kind of limp along with our backup machine, another Dell.

Seriously, if you get that onsite service, you’ve got every chance of having your computer fixed in your living room, and I’ve already renewed the policy on this jewel once. It’s a Latitude 5500, from about 2004, and it’s had 3 keyboards over the years, none of which cost extra. The techs also ask if you’ve got any other issues like missing feet or loose hinges they can fix all on the same run—just really nice, “keep the machine I live by in top form” kind of service. Yep, the home-service isn’t cheap, but this machine’s second service policy expires in 2013, which is a pretty good life for a computer. I’ve upgraded the memory to 4 g, as much as it can take, and it’s, yes, a 2004 machine, but it’s tough—except its poor keyboards, but hey, my typing has fragmented IBM typeballs and sent plastic shrapnel to every corner of the room, has had Smith Corona keys flying off so I had to search up the m-slug repeatedly, and I wore out the cams on that machine in one year—that was the tough one. The only thing that’s retired with honor is the old Underwood I learned on, but that one had already fallen out a second story window and been refurbished, so nothing I could do could kill it.

Anyway, hurrah for not having to mail this machine in or wait for repair on some local shop shelf—I’m in mid-galleys and trying to finish a book, and I can’t wait for weeks for my keyboard to get fixed! I’d run mad in the streets and DAW would have an apoplexy.