Since my secret identity is "Keyboard Killer," I don't have much to offer, except that all you can do is let it dry and that does often work. From my own experience, I can tell you that using a hairdryer can help, unless you let it get too hot (How I killed one keyboard). You can use rubbing alcohol on a Q-tip to clean and dry it out, unless you start congratulating yourself for saving the keyboard and then hit the alcohol bottle with your elbow and drench the keyboard. (Another one bites the dust.) It is easy to pop the keys to clean under them, except that I have broken bits of keys doing that. I've also fixed keyboards doing that.

The moral of this story: Don't let me near your keyboard.

President Obama is just so happy! And comfortable! In all the photos, you get the feeling he's pretty unselfconscious, and wouldn't care if you caught him making a goofy face.

Heh, Ginger. I will try to wait and see and not freak out. Of course I don't have any rubbing alcohol in the house (and the only vodka is vanilla!), so anything active will have to wait until tomorrow, I guess....

Don't use the vanilla vodka!

Tomorrow - turn it off, wipe it down well with rubbing alcohol, and let it dry before turning it back on.

The 9th-grader who got to Bump with Barack talks about it: [link]

President Obama is just so happy! And comfortable! In all the photos, you get the feeling he's pretty unselfconscious, and wouldn't care if you caught him making a goofy face.

And he thinks his wife is really, really nifty. I wonder if he was saying, "Can I grab you and really kiss you?" "Not in front of the Secret Service!"

Don't use the vanilla vodka!

I figured...

Drink it instead.

Everyone wants to buy copies of Aretha's awesome hat! [link]

And he thinks his wife is really, really nifty.

And his wife indulges him wryly.

I have to go do vehicle emission testing tomorrow. Bah. I'm always a little superstitious when visiting the MVA for this task because it is entwined in my memory with the Columbia disaster. I woke up that morning and was listening to the news when it was first announced, and spent the entire time in line crying, listening to the radio. And remembering Kalpana Chawla describing seeing the reflection of the Earth in her own eye as she looked out the window . That image grabbed me and stuck. And that she got to experience that.

One of the things I liked about Aretha's hat was that it looks warm, and she was the only one who had the sense to acknowledge it was cold. Does no one remember William Henry Harrison?

eta: After I described my advanced keyboard klutziness, I want outside to see what the dog was barking at and tripped. Sigh. The only saving grace is that after all those years of karate, I did a textbook roll. My leg hit something, though, that feels like it's going to be a very big bruise.

And he thinks his wife is really, really nifty.

And his wife indulges him wryly.

More proof of his Buffista spirit babyhood. I distinctly remember the first time MM talked about Aims, long before she'd even begun to think about delurking; he was comparing notes with another smart/geeky/hyper-witty Buffista (IIRC, the sadly departed Phill) and they both described similar antic riffs on their own part followed by identical wry, indulgent, endlessly patient "Yes, again" looks on the faces of their SOs.