My Fork In The Road

I’ve written posts about death the past few days, but today a news story caught my attention.

I heard about it on television. A 12-year-old boy by the name of Elliot Fletcher was stabbed in the chest at a school in Brisbane, Australia. He died shortly after arriving at hospital.

A 13-year-old boy was charged with his murder.

Hearing this story brought tears to my eyes. My heart goes out to Elliot’s family. As news reports quoted from parents – you take your child to school expecting that they will be under the care and supervision of teachers, and then this happens, and you expect your child to come home safe.

The parents of the boy who killed Elliot think that the media is being a nuisance about their son being charged. Tell me how? They should be grateful that the media isn’t revealing his name or photos of him at all (maybe because he’s a minor, but making such complaints?). Where did their son get a knife in the first place? What brought the boy to do this? Sources say that Elliot was bullied and that this boy had signs of self-harm.

Even so, his parents should have noticed this and taken him to see a psychologist or a specialist. What if this murder resulted from this boy’s possible depression?

Whatever made him want to kill Elliot – he should not have. I can understand when one hates another for whatever reason, but to actually pull up the wits and inner strength to go as far as to kill someone – maybe this boy had problems. But, quoted from The Holy Grail by Hunters and Collectors, “nobody deserves to die”.

What made me angry was that after a tribute page for Elliot was set up on Facebook, vandals had hijacked the page with rude messages and pornographic material. Among them was “Woot, I’m dead”, and other posts by people with the display picture of Pedobear.

Fuck, seriously? How insensitive can you be? I want karma to get to these rude, insensitive people. ๐Ÿ˜ก

Yesterday I was attempting to clean my laptop keyboard. It proved difficult when I pried out all the keys and realised I was ruining the brackets under the keys. ๐Ÿ˜ฐ

I thought it was going great as I was able to (easily) pry out the keys with a screwdriver, happily clean out the dust (I don’t know why, but I was grinning like mad when I was able to pick out the dust bunnies ๐Ÿ˜„) and press the keys back on. I had done the arrow keys first and was surprised at how easy it was.

That was until I took out the spacebar and completely stuffed it up. I didn’t realise until I put it back that it wasn’t functioning properly and wasn’t as sensitive to the touch (or press, if you will).

I was annoyed and asked James to help me out. I was stressing out so much about it; I was trying to fix it the whole day. I realised the problem was that the wire wasn’t fitting into the metal teeth, and I had pretty much ruined the teeth. I had to use pliers and tweezers to bend the tiny teeth back into place. But it’s all good now. ๐Ÿ˜ I rock. ๐Ÿ‘Š

Here’s a picture of the inside:

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