"So, it wasn't a death-rattle --it was just choking on a chicken bone!"
~My Dear, Strange Elder Brother
It was making this scary rattling sound, so I tried to fix it. I thought I had --then I heard it again. I asked my brother --my computer guru extraordinaire-- what he thought it was, and he was sorta leaning toward what I like to refer to as "scary-bad" options.
As in, "Your Computer Will Never Work Again" options.
So I had a good cry about it --I always cry when I have computer issues; Hayase is an extension of my soul, as far as I can tell, and for the amount of issues he's been having, he should be briny from my tears. Then I started using the family computer, which is really fun when you don't want your family to know what you're working on and you have to share it with the person who owns it and the computer hog she barely gets it away from.
Anyway, my brother agreed to take a look at it, since he had really just been taking my word on what was going on.
After a little disassembling and some fundamental explanations of two basic rules of computer maintenance, he found the problem. A piece of the plastic casing had broken off and gotten stuck in the fan.
So what we thought was the death throes of my computer was really nothing but a choking sound.
Gods, but it is good to be back on my own computer again!
You know what that means?
I get to add my additional... four or five novel ideas and get my ass in gear on some of those. A girl's gotta make a living, right?