My computer monitor at home DIED. It's corpse is still on the desk and the kids still ask me everyday why they can't go to pbskids.org and play Arthur games. "Because the monitor is dead, sweetie," I say. "But doesn't the computer still work?" they ask.
It's funny that you don't realize how chained you are to the computer until it's gone. The only thing I can equate to it (beside heroin or crack, maybe) is television. I remember when I was a kid being glued to the set. It went out for a week one time and my head nearly exploded.
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