It's happening as moviedom predicted--the rise of the machines--right here in my own house.
Last night, after a couple of months of erratic behavior, my computer went down. This edition of Fiorella is like an SOS in a bottle. I don't know if you will ever see it, or if it will float forever in the ether, lost to eternity.
The television screen has been going black at decreasing intervals and I have to continually leap up and push the power button on the front of the TV to get the picture back.
This morning Husband's car battery went dead.
And did I mention the black plastic thing my laptop has sprouted from its side? I think it's an arm bud. Arnold, save me!