I'm resting my iBook on my lap, as I always do. I put my feet up on the coffee table, as I always do. These things are never an issue for anyone, or anything. Yesterday, however, my iBook took exception by way of making an ugly face. Not a face to snicker at, mind you, rather one I was quite afraid of, the Futz Face. The porverbial saying, "If you make that face you'll be stuck that way," has held true and strong. I don't believe either of us intended for this tragedy to occur. The hour is upon me, for my medicine is too weak, to the alchemy of Apple Care must I send my fair iBook.