Nonfiction

It has been rumored that a certain tiny dog, last Friday the 13th, took a brand-new Thinkpad out of its box and proceeded to install Windows Vista (you are coming to a sad realization, cancel or allow) when suddenly a stray styrofoam cup of water toppled in slow motion toward the keyboard, vomiting itself in full over the keys with a wooshing sound, and flooding the key gaps like Lake Pontchartrain, thereby trapping the motherboard in a quarter inch of standing water. It has also been suggested that tiny dog, in a panic, picked up said Thinkpad, still confusedly whirring through hour two of its Vista install (albeit underwater), and shook it like an unfit mother, with the half-baked thought that this might prevent water damage from setting in.

Needless to say, this was a bad idea.

Update: I was informed today that the aforementioned aquatic incident resulted in a "fried motherboard and graphics and networking card, sorry."

A few hours later, I knocked over the same glass, and accidentally soaked the empty laptop box.