Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, May 13, 2003

Typewriter update.

The Male came home about five minutes after I posted, and he gave me his bicycle lamp to use as a flashlight. I also set up a reading lamp, so I was well-lit. I felt like telling the mechanism that it was surrounded and that it should come out with its hands up.

Twisting and craning and following the little metal-and-widget path of the doo-hickey what was playing up, I threaded my way circuitously through the innards of the typewriter to find a lever that went to...

...a switch on the front that I never ever use but had accidentally bumped when poking the ribbon.

I switched it back to where it should be, and everything worked.

Commence Dee feeling sheepish. Which I have continued to do ever since, and it's working out well for me, so I'll just stick with it. Thanks.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home