Primordial Ooze

Yesterday, I posted a few photos of my new office. One of my friends wrote to me and suggested that I burrow the ugly wire hanging down from my old clock into the wall. When I thought about it I realized all at once how unbelievably dense I had been.

The clock was specifically placed there to cover up a cable jack and, sigh, an AC outlet!

The first thing I did when I got home was pull my son from watching SpongeBob SquarePants on his computer. I brought him into the office and said, "Giovanni, what's ugly about the clock?"

"It's brown."

Grumble. "Anything else?"

"The cord."

"Yes! That's right." So I showed him that there was indeed an AC outlet behind the wall and we wrapped the cord up, bound it with a wire tie and proceeded to plug it in. We were both very excited.

ZAP! Sparks flew and I blew a circuit downstairs. My computer fell silent just as the glowing electrical ambers settled on my desk and disappeared with a faint wisp of smoke.

Giovanni didn't know what to say.

The clock was dead. I tested it. I have to admit that the clock was very old. The cord had a distinctive 1960's grainy feel to it. The brand name is Telechron. I googled it and it seems like Telechron was one of the original, if not THE original, electric clock companies. I found a website dedicated to Telechron clocks. There are even forums. So, I figure I'll post a link to this entry and see if I can't find a way to repair or replace the motor.

Updates to come.