The truth is out there...
Mar. 22nd, 2006 08:32 pmI've been meaning to post about this for some while, and never got round to it, but something reminded me tonight. It was something that was bugging me for a while, until I worked it out. It goes like this -
Have a look at your keyboard. Go on - have a look now. Not just a cursory glance, not just a quick peek, but a good old scrutinising stare. Go on. Right down there between the keys; down in the bit you can't get at. What do you see?
Crumbs.
Tiny little crumbs.
It doesn't matter where the keyboard is. It doesn't matter whether you eat there or not. It doesn't matter if you've never come in the same room with a sandwich. There'll be lots and lots of tiny little crumbs.
Pixie biscuits.
That's what they are.
Pixie biscuit crumbs. From the thousands of pixies that live in your computer.
You know the ones. They sail across you monitor in the MSS Resolution. Sometimes one of them dies. Or sometimes a whole row of them, if they get knocked down by a Hertz rental car, or something like that.
Anyway, the crumbs. They come out at night, you see - or sometimes very early in the morning. Why else do you think your monitor has those little holes round the back?
And they dance across your keyboard - like a tiny Giants' Causeway.
And then they eat biscuits.
And leave tiny little crumbs.
Right down there between the keys; down in the bit you can't get at.
Crumbs.
Pixie biscuit crumbs.
And do you know what happens if you leave out a diminutive broom, propped against the side of your keyboard?
Come down in the morning, and the crumbs will all have disappeared.
Have a look at your keyboard. Go on - have a look now. Not just a cursory glance, not just a quick peek, but a good old scrutinising stare. Go on. Right down there between the keys; down in the bit you can't get at. What do you see?
Crumbs.
Tiny little crumbs.
It doesn't matter where the keyboard is. It doesn't matter whether you eat there or not. It doesn't matter if you've never come in the same room with a sandwich. There'll be lots and lots of tiny little crumbs.
Pixie biscuits.
That's what they are.
Pixie biscuit crumbs. From the thousands of pixies that live in your computer.
You know the ones. They sail across you monitor in the MSS Resolution. Sometimes one of them dies. Or sometimes a whole row of them, if they get knocked down by a Hertz rental car, or something like that.
Anyway, the crumbs. They come out at night, you see - or sometimes very early in the morning. Why else do you think your monitor has those little holes round the back?
And they dance across your keyboard - like a tiny Giants' Causeway.
And then they eat biscuits.
And leave tiny little crumbs.
Right down there between the keys; down in the bit you can't get at.
Crumbs.
Pixie biscuit crumbs.
And do you know what happens if you leave out a diminutive broom, propped against the side of your keyboard?
Come down in the morning, and the crumbs will all have disappeared.