R.I.P. 720C Inkjet Printer
My printer, the one that printed my first attempts at a novel, that printed my first publishing agreement, that has lived on my desk for over ten years, has come to a sad and loud demise.
Beyond the usual, "What's this? You want me to print? Well, for your information, I was taking a nap. See all this paper I'm sucking in? I'm printing two lines on all of it then spitting back out again. Ha!"
Beyond the occasional, "Oh, no. Oh, God! I don't feel so good. Must be the paper bunched up in my butt."
This was kind of a pull, pull, zap, buckle, bang, ergh, ergh, ergh, ahhhh noise. I opened her up and saw what I thought was a bunch of string. "What the...?" I pulled at it and realized, slowly, that this was the band that pulled the ink cartridges across the paper.
Got a new printer, brought it home (clever, no?), set it up about half way when I realized my old one was so old that they no longer make printers that need the big, clunky computer-to-printer cord. It is now a cute little computer-to-printer cord with the little USB plug.
This cord was not included.
Much profanity then acceptence of fate.