for the last several weeks, maybe months, my 12″ powerbook has been out of commission. something about the power input thingy needing to be replaced, according to my friend jesse who diagnosed it – not unlike the cartalk guys – from my verbal description. (“i plug it in and nothing happens. nothing happens no matter which of the 3 power cords i use to plug it in. and they all work on the other powerbooks in the house.”)
so i sent off to ifixit for the proper piece (according to jesse), and it arrived faster than expected.
and jesse came over yesterday to jessefixit.
i won’t bore with all the details, but turns out the last time the powerbook had been stripped down totally – likely when the CD/DVD drive was replaced twice, and when it was still under the applecare warranty – the idjits who “fixed” it botched the job. the heat sink was missing one of two screws it needed to hold it down to the motherboard, and the other screw had come undone and was floating about the innards of the machine. beyond that, the thermal paste had cracked and moved from where it was supposed to be, likely accounting for the excess heat in my lap whenever i had my ‘puter on for more than ten minutes.
luckily, g and james went out to get more thermal paste (and more potatoes and lemons, so there would be enough starch for dinner and i’d be able to make hollandaise for the asparagus), and jesse was able to complete the repair, mostly. the heat sink is still held down by a single screw – hopefully this time it won’t migrate – and i’m under strict instructions not to drop the ‘puter again.
then i made dinner, and it was good. pan-fried trout in butter, garlic, and fresh thyme; oven-roasted rosemary red potatoes, and steamed asparagus. all with as much hollandaise as you could want. james, not liking of the fish, made himself a steak. and gave the snuffster the bone. the snuffster was happy, perhaps happier than the laloca at the prospect of a functioning 12″.
and there ya go. a productive day, despite the disturbing way it began with me developing a nasty allergic rash to something in the bulb section of the merrifield nursery.