Technically . . .
The hinges on my ol’ Toshiba gave out, and it seems that there was no way to access them without dissecting the entire notebook. So that is what we did. Well, that is what Roman did, with delight, and without regard for instructions. I, on the other hand, was mostly just having a fit.
But Bulbulicious appreciated the opportunity to explore my eviscerated notebook. She stomped on the modem. Who needs a modem anyway?
27 September 2008
She decided to conduct some re-wiring of the CPU.
She stirred the dust in the fan. The lint-laden heat sink explains why Bulbuls have been able to enjoy the “hearth” of my notebook before bedtime.
She had an altercation with a formidable blue LED.
Bulbulicious nearly managed to steal away with some of the screws (of which there turned out to be a surplus after the Toshiba was re-assembled . . .). I basically passed out, overwhelmed with despair. When I awoke, I learned that they never made it to the hinges, and I had to accept that it was time for a new notebook anyway. At least Bulbulcious had a great time!