Mighty Mouse Repair; Housing Market; The Vickster; and how youtube made me download a song
Have
a Mighty Mouse? Don’t try this at home
I have one
of them fancy-schmancy Apple
Wireless Mighty Mice. I
like it actually, simple yet elegant solution to
mousing that it is. But the ‘revolutionary’ scroll
ball mechanism they use has a tendency to get
gunked up. I’m an oily (some say greasy) Italian,
so mine got there eventually. I usually just
turned it over and ran it really fast across the
sofa or something. This worked well, up until a
handful of days ago. Then for some reason, the
gunk became too much for my lil’ scroll ball to
overcome, even with the help of the sofa.
I went to the internet looking for answers. Kinda
like moses & the mountain, only I’m not jewish
and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t god that responded. And
if it was? Well he gives some bad advice, his
holiness.
I read this
hint about
how a simple cleaning solution was to pour
high-percentage alcohol down into the unit with it
unplugged, then let it dry. The alcohol evaporates
quickly, and as it does you don’t have to worry
about it sitting around and shorting things out
when you plug it back in later.
Now while this may be true, I can tell you from
personal experience that it will likely make a small
irritation a major one. I went from having an
intermittent non-scroll issue to an intermittent
scroll issue, coupled with a middle-click function
that no longer worked. Gawdammit.
Well the mouse cost me about $50 and I had no
intention of going back to a mouse not as
full-featured, nor shelling out an additional $50 for
a new mouse. At least until I completely broke this
one. So then naturally, I got busy seeing if I could
thoroughly break my currently broken unit completely,
or fix it, whichever came first.
After finding a video on
youtube (geez,
that place again), I learnt how to get under this
mouse’s skin. After that, it was trying to track
down my particular issue, which at first I thought
might actually
be a short
circuit somewhere, damn the luck. Fortunately for me,
after about 10 minutes of examination, I found the
culprit: corrosion. Yes, though the alcohol had dried
fast enough to prevent any shorts, it managed to
corrode the contact patch of the middle-click
function so that attempts to use it resulted in
nothing. Sweet.
Taking the thing apart really isn’t that difficult.
The hard part really is the first step, getting the
grey ring pried off without A) stabbing yourself
silly with a very sharp razor edge – which I almost
succeeded at, and/or B) snapping the grey ring while
prying it off, which miraculously I managed to avoid
entirely.
Bottom line? Don’t shortcut it, it’s not worth it.
You’ll end up taking it apart anyways, so just start
there if you must, and clean it all properly, huh?
Fannie
Mae’s Brother takes a Dump
The
Federally-backed program, Freddie Mac, posts a
$2-BILLION loss. So
that housing slump? Looks like it’s gonna continue
for a minute or two longer.
Good. Maybe someday I’ll actually be able to afford
to buy a house without having to have kids. So I can
sell them. Cuz, uh, that’s what I’d do.
Have
I mentioned Michael Vick Sucks? Good.
So uh,
yeah, Michael Vick
went to jail already
or something. Phew! Now my dogs can go out safely
again.
My only remaining question is this: When does
Clinton
Portis go on
trial? Surely being that dumb and ignorant is a
felony, no?
Recently
Downloaded: Daft Punk
After
having
watched too many videos on youtube
with
people dancing to Harder,
Better, Faster, Stronger, and
also hating how Kanye West
ruined
it by opening his mouth and attempting to ‘rap’
on this
track, I
decided to shell out the 99¢ necessary to get a
copy of the real thing from iTunes.
Yea, now as I dance through the valley of death, I
will fear no, um, no… hidden cameras. OK I’m lying; I
fear the hidden camera. You should too. Me dancing?
Causes immediate blindness. If you get an email and
it says anything about “dancing” and mentions
“random,” “bob,” or even maybe “idiot” and/or
“weirdo,” I’d recommend passing. Perhaps for the
safety of all that I love, I should stick to the
whitey head-bob.
Check.
Peace.