Growing up, my mother could never keep a watch. Inevitably, they'd stop, and no amount of service or new batteries could convince them to continue scrolling through the minutes and hours. It became a family joke that my mother is magnetic.
Now, after rendering two iPods inoperable within 48 hours, I think that this may be a trait that she passed on to me. This idea is supported my ghastly track record with laptops. I remind you of the Great Laptop Fire of 2004 (one week before my law review student note was due, and -coincidentally - on my birthday), as well as the class-action laptop, and let's not forget the "I was purchased special for the Bar exam, but I think I'll break within the first month anyway" Dell.
I kind of like it - the idea that some aspect of my personality is bewitching to the orderly 1s and 0s. That maybe somewhere between source and object code, the poor things just plain get flummoxed by my proximity. I guess I can stop traffic, in my own way.