The lights of my life

I like Doonesbury too much to violate copyright to share this, so all I can do is plead with you to go look at Sunday’s strip.

Tell me that’s not the truth. Our desk is in our bedroom, laden with our computer, printer, USB hub, external hard drives (yes, two of them), and sundry other digital tchotchkes–all of which have at least one LED, and all of which are fed by power strips, which each have LEDs of their own.

No wonder our bedroom is the brightest room in the house after we turn the lights out.

Yeah, that’s what I call progress.

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  • We use a space heater in the kids’ room that, for some unknown design reason/flaw, blinks when it’s cycled off. I sometimes wonder if the kids dream about blinking red numbers.

    I guess one blessing of being nearsighted is that at night the glasses come off and the world blurs out, so LEDs don’t bother me.

  • When I was writing computer manuals, we used to refer to bugs and design flaws as “negative features.” Sounds like that’s what the blinking numbers are.