Goodbye, Mr Chips

Monday 23 July 2012

It's a strange name for a printer, Mr Chips.  Indeed, it is a little weird.  It's also a name he has had for five minutes, bestowed only as he has died and purely so that I can have a title for this blog post.  If you compare Samantha, my old laptop, and Lionel, my current desktop, with Mr Chips, you could say that the fact that he has not had a name all through his life has meant that I have not appreciated my old friend, the Epson Color Stylus 740.  But you would be wrong.

Mr Chips has been such a good and faithful servant, taking care of all of my printing needs.  In the time that he has been my servant I have delved around in his insides, because I love getting the most out of my consumables and I was fucked if I was going to listen to Epson once Mr Chips' warranty expired, with their dire prognostications about how Mr Chips was only designed to use Genuine Epson Intellidge cartridges and if I did anything naughty like refilled his cartridges, Mr Chips would repay me by exploding in my face.  (We all know by now that printer companies make their money in consumables.  And this means, in our culture, that because it's about making money therefore you get to scare the people as much as you can bloody well can to get away with as much of their money as you bloody well can).

And so for years I have injected Mr Chips with ink, and it's never done him any harm.  When things went wrong, as they rarely did, I opened him up with a screwdriver like a loving doctor and cleaned his bits, after looking at the excellent tips that used to be contained on several large printer-fix websites before Epson and Canon and HP and all the others got narky about people fixing their own stuff and hence which have now been taken down from the sites I used to frequent way back in the dim past when Mr Chips was sturdy and George W Bush was in the White House and Brokeback Mountain was in the cinema and Mariah Carey was singing far too many songs for anyone's good.  (But if you look hard enough, you can still find those do-it-yourself alternative-health-for-printers sites in other places on the web).

As far as I can discern, Mr Chips is about 13 years old.  He has existed with me through a marriage, and a divorce.  He still has the Set To Soar - Hawthorn Member 2007 sticker on his lid.  I thought that we would be going on for a little longer.  But after today, I think I have to finally concede defeat.  I would be quite happy to continue on with Mr Chips but it seems his waste ink pad (sort of like his lungs, I guess) has finally  given up the ghost.  And, as Mr Chips is ancient when it comes to the required consumption of Western consumables, I can't find any replacement pads for him.  And so this is how it ends - Mr Chips is considered too old for a lung transplant, too far gone for anyone to donate any new lungs for him.

I feel sad.  Partly because I was hoping for Mr Chips to continue until he was 20.  I don't care about having the latest peripherals.  It's tedious and it bores me like batshit, and I hate the guilt of knowing I am contributing, in my small way, to that giant sea of plastic that lives in the ocean.

Like many deaths, it happened suddenly.  And so now Mr Chips sits with his lid still off, from where I tried to operate earlier and failed.  It looks somehow obscene, letting him sit there with his lid off like that.  I think the only decent respect I can pay Mr Chips is to put his lid back on him, so that his long metal rod isn't exposed for all the world to see.

Thanks, Mr Chips, for your long and decent service.  Amen.


15 comments

  1. So touching. RIP Mr Chips. Are laptops female and desktops male then? That would explain much, and has deep significance.

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  2. Spoken with such tenderness and sensitivity. It sounds like Mr. Chips had a wonderful life. May he live long and happy in the great home office in the sky. 

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  3. I was trying to come up with an antithesis to obsolescence, what would it be?  And remembered the poem, Sue, you posted by Pat Schneider on the patience/permanancy of ordinary things — "How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare...the lovely repetition of stairs."

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  4. Haha :)  Are laptops female and desktops male?  It seems that way, doesn't it?  I wonder why ... :)

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  5.  Hehe :)  The great home office in the sky.  I tell ya, right now, the luck I have had with home office peripherals, I wouldn't wanna go anywhere NEAR that particular sky room if I had the chance.  I am reformatting my computer as we speak.  Right now, I hate computers :)

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  6. That chair would be standing sturdy and foursquare in a Vermeer-type light.  Whereas the dead printer sits underneath baleful fluorescents :)

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  7. Yet they are so essential to life. Can't live with them, can't shoot them. :)

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  8. This sets a whole new train of thought in motion, Sue. As someone who fixes laptops as a source of income, I see the huge parallels between human and computer behaviour. I'll write my thesis on this, if I can be bothered:)

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  9.  So does my laptops = female and desktops = male idea fit into your general thesis?  :)

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  10. fare thee well Mr Chips

    hope you find a worthy replacement Sue

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  11. Beautiful contrast !!

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  12. It's a great starting point, Sue. This could run and run - a whole new philosophy. I'll probably end up founding another religion and being totally misunderstood, like all the others;)

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  13. This is the first time Ive ever felt like welling up over a printer's demise!!  Your writing is so good that Im now looking over at my printer and feeling as if I should be hugging it!!  Goodbye Mr Chips...Im glad youve served my dear friend for so long!

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  14. Hehe, thanks, Kel.  I've taken Anthony's HP Photosmart off him, which does all sorts of funky things like print double-sided.  So seeya, Mr Chips :p

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  15. Haha, that's funny :)  Thanks, darling :)

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