January 21, 2008

I hate being a source of amusement to my trés cool techno-geek brother…he never lets me live it down.

(He still loves to tell the story of how I tried to "burn him up" in his bassinet when I was five. And he was a newborn baby. I thought he was cold! I moved a little space heater rightnext to his bassinet. And it started to smoke. Oops.)

But I did it again on Saturday morning.

See, if I have any computer problems, I call him. He's brilliant when it comes to anything electronic and I take full advantage of it.

So I turn on my computer. Er, I try to turn it on. My year-old iMax (damn. Why do I always do that?), I mean iMac. Nothing happens. Nothing.

I try and try and try. Nothing. Not even a whir. Panicked, oh panicked! I call him.

He says, "Is it plugged in?"

"Yes of course it's plugged in."

"How about the power strip? Is it turned on?"

"Yes of course–oh. Oops." I turn on the powerstrip that somehow got turned off overnight ('cause it was working before I went to bed, yanno) and the printers and computer whirr to life.

He actually managed not to snicker before I hung up the phone.

Sigh. I love my brother.