When Craig got a new laptop, he gave me his old one (which he had dubbed Quasimodo). I named it Broken. It seemed appropriate, since it was, in fact, somewhat broken. The AC power adapter wouldn't power, and it made this horrid screeching noise, just barely on this side of audibility. It'd get up into your brain, and since it was so quiet, you didn't notice until you began to wonder why you were so goddamn annoyed at nothing in particular. Then you heard it. It was truly terrible.

Anyway, what with it being a Dell, and under warranty, I told them to give me a new power adapter, and they did, but that didn't help. Which meant it was the computer itself. Wonderful. So after much procrastinating and delaying, I decided to take it apart and fix it. For those of you who have never seen the innards of a laptop, you might want to [check them out].

Turns out, the solder connections for the power plug had come undone (surprise surprise). So after a bit of scraping and sucking and soldering, I had it all working and nice. I did a bang-up job, I really did. I'm now wondering if I should re-name the thing Fixed...

In case you were wondering, I wasn't going anywhere with that story.

The other day, I got some dinner with [Molly]. Then, on impulse, and since niether of us had anything better to do, we went to see Big Fish (it only cost $1!). It was a very cute movie, and thoroughly enjoyable. If asked, I would recommend it.

I don't know why, but I feel British (and perhaps a wee bit Victorian) today. Curious indeed. I'm also very tired.

Staple removers look like little monsters. Can't you just picture a larger version of [this] eating children and bunnies? I know I can.

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