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I was going to write a long dissertation on what I had been doing for the past hour, but to be honest I’m so happy everything worked out that I would rather you asked me in person for more details.

To summarize, last night my computer was overheating. I checked and it appeared my fan was broken. This is majorly terrible because the fan cools the processor and prevents it from melting and thus destroying my entire life residing in my Toshiba baby.

So I decide IT will help! OIT at ND is very helpful, so why not?

Turns out, the world is not like OIT at ND. The world is more of a “we can’t touch your computer because you bought it and we wouldn’t be covered by insurance. Here is a place an hour away that will charge you half of your per diem to fix your stupid fan. Have a great day, jump off a cliff!”

Needless to say, I don’t take that from anyone. I reach back into my bag and pull out the double screwdriver I commandeered from OIT back home. I am a man on a mission and that fan is mine.

Bad idea. While I do get the computer open, halfway through literally ripping my computer in half I realize there are a lot of wires that connect to the two and would fly apart if I kept my journey forth. So I merely touch the fan to see if it can spin, blow on it in the hopes of cleaning the blasted thing, and push the two back together.

It is here I realize I unplugged the screen and cannot fix it from the angle I’m working at as my fingers and even tweezers are too small. Before my computer would just get hot, now it turns on and stays black. I’m in deep because I see literally no way of fixing this problem now. 

The logical man would have quit while he was ahead. The stupid man would have gotten himself to this point and decided someone with knowledge of such things should continue. 

Me, I decide to press on and see just how broken I can get my computer by deciding to figure out how to fix this new problem instead. 

I pull off the front panel that before I didn’t realize even came off. By the graces of God, there was a small hole in which the plug to the screen could be reached. I plugged it back in and said three Hail Marys as the machine fired up. 

I was still terribly sad as I did not fix the fan as per my intentions. I started the computer up anyway so I could find the store IT suggested and maybe take it in to be fixed soon. The computer was already getting hot so I knew I didn’t have long.

Then the fan turned on. 

Yes, the fan turned on. My leading theory is that by touching it, I dislodged it out of the dust enough to let the motor do its handy work. As I speak the fan is pumping out the heat from my processor and delivering me a cool machine on which I can type fantastic blog entries.

I passed cloud 7 a while ago and am currently residing on cloud 43. What an incredibly amazing stroke of luck. I am the luckiest person on Earth.

In actual Irish news, the ND kids are heading to Belfast tomorrow. It should make for a great trip as we will have a Q & A with a Senator as well as tours of castles and the Giant’s Causeway. I’ll have lots of pictures up probably by November or so considering my current pace. Cheers!