The Inscrutable Box

I have a Thing on my desk.

I’m a little afraid of it.

Courtesy of my brother, I have finally joined the twenty-first century, replacing my printer (pair of printers, actually) with an all-in-one printer/scanner/copier/fax machine. With document feeder, even. It has doors in odd places and buttons all over, and I’ve dealt with printers for many years now but I’m not entirely sure where to stick the paper in this Thing, let alone do anything else.

(Yes, I’m exaggerating a little bit. But I keep looking at this Thing, and my brain keeps refusing to recognize it as a printer, because it doesn’t look like Printers Should Look. It’s going to take a while to adjust.)

Off to read the manual, I guess . . . .

0 Responses to “The Inscrutable Box”

  1. coyotewatches

    Make sure you perform the appropriate sacrifices. It’s the only way to be safe.

  2. la_marquise_de_

    No, that is a good Thing. Really. We’ve had one a while and we love it dearly.

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