In the middle of a(nother) Zoe-induced geek crisis. Back later.

Beware of cat.

I was preparing for a very productive weekend of catching up on my RSS feeds, writing a business plan, remodeling a website from the inside out, preparing a presentation, and putting together a video.

That isn’t happening now.

Thanks to my lovely, adorable, attention-demanding cat Zoe, all of the above and then some has been put on hold until I receive my replacement MacBook Pro keyboard anywhere between 3 to 6 business days.

Last summer she was the main proponent in a traumatic orange soda incident that I documented on my now-defunct other damn blog , but in a nutshell I graduated to a new level of geekdom when I decided to save a lot of money and fix it myself by taking apart the laptop, cleaning it up inside, and installing a new keyboard.  I decided to document the process because I’m that big of a geek. Little did I think that I would actually have to perform the exact same surgery again.

Fast forward to today, and I was just about to start on Task #1, when Zoe was being her usual self and not leaving me alone. She jumped on the table and was sitting on my notebook, then decided to jump down when she realized I wasn’t going to give her the attention she deserved was demanding. In doing so, the force of her pushing off the notebook to jump caused the notebook to collide with a glass of Coke, which in turn fell right on my keyboard in some kind of bizarre Rube Goldberg-like incident that lasted half a second.

Thankfully (?), this time I knew exactly what to do and took the proper procedures to reenact the prior surgery, thinking that after I extracted the keyboard from the rest of the laptop, could just pop the keys off, clean everything up underneath and (God forbid) inside the computer if it reached there, pop the keys back on, and put the MacBook Pro back together like nothing ever happened.

Or so I thought.

After taking everything apart and discovering that the CPU had not been touched (*phew*), I proceeded with the, well, procedure, and then spent I-don’t-know-how-many-hours later trying to pop the keys back on. I learned the hard way that it’s not as easy as “just pop back on,” and could not get them to stay all the way on … some not at all. Finally, I accepted defeat and realized I’d have to buy yet another new keyboard and do this aaaaaaalllllllll over again.

So basically, the majority of the stuff I wanted to accomplish this weekend and this week are on hold, mainly because the important data I need just happen(s) to be trapped on the hard drive of my naked, dismembered MacBook Pro.

I do have a PC from which I’m typing now and will be checking email periodically (even tweeting a bit), but I won’t be able to do very much except whatever I can do via cloud computing … which actually might be more than I once anticipated now that I think of it.

Still, my point is that I’m bidding adieu to the internets for what may be a week à la Celine Dion … meaning it’s not really goodbye but “I’ll be less around” … until I decide to go on another farewell tour or something.

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