RIP, Lappy

And now my Macbook laptop is officially dead. I had brought it to the cottage on the weekend for music and movies, and when I brought it back I packed in the same knapsack the remainder of a jar of pickles we'd bought. Really stupid idea. The pickles opened on the way home and the computer soaked up all the juice.

It wouldn't turn on when I got home, so I let it dry for four days, to no avail. Today I brought it into the shop, where they opened it up and found more corrosion than I've ever seen on any electronics. My files can be salvaged from the hard drive, but I'm out 1,200 bucks as far as a usable computer is concerned.

Most expensive pickles ever.

RIP, Buster

Buster was acting very old and tired lately, and getting really skinny. This morning I found him sleeping in his litter box, very unresponsive. I called Alison, and we took him to the vet. He turned out to have severe kidney failure going on. On the vet's recommendation, we had him put down this evening, after Alison spent the day saying goodbye to him. We're both mighty sad about it.

He was a good pal for 18 years, and a real champ. We'll sure miss you, little buddy.