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In A Dim Room
After reading an article in Salon about the high operating temperature of the iBook, including one letter from a reader whose iBook actually spontaneously combusted, I couldn't resist writing my own letter:
Subject: In A Dim Room
I was working with my new iBook in a dim room about a year ago. I really couldn't have anticipated what would happen; it was hardly my fault. Perhaps the warmth of the iBook on my thighs lulled me too much; perhaps it was the dim light, and the gentle whirring of the iBook's fan.
In any case, I woke from an odd dream about a tiger to find myself, the iBook, and the room in flames. The melting plastic of the case had charred itself to the skin of my thighs. In agony I attempted to pull the searing iBook off of my lap, but my fingers were charred to uselessness. As flames and acrid smoke rose from the keys, my eyes blurred and I felt consciousness fade.
And what happened then, you ask?
I died. It is a ghost who is writing this.
(Sorry, no offense meant to anyone - least of all Lord Dunsany. I just couldn't resist. :D)
Subject: In A Dim Room
I was working with my new iBook in a dim room about a year ago. I really couldn't have anticipated what would happen; it was hardly my fault. Perhaps the warmth of the iBook on my thighs lulled me too much; perhaps it was the dim light, and the gentle whirring of the iBook's fan.
In any case, I woke from an odd dream about a tiger to find myself, the iBook, and the room in flames. The melting plastic of the case had charred itself to the skin of my thighs. In agony I attempted to pull the searing iBook off of my lap, but my fingers were charred to uselessness. As flames and acrid smoke rose from the keys, my eyes blurred and I felt consciousness fade.
And what happened then, you ask?
I died. It is a ghost who is writing this.
(Sorry, no offense meant to anyone - least of all Lord Dunsany. I just couldn't resist. :D)