At Least It Wasn't Brain Fry

I woke up Sunday morning to the smell of burning electrical circuits, one of my most favorite (facetiousness fully intended) smells in the world, because, not being paranoid at all, when I smell that, I automatically assume that all of the wiring in my entire house is about to burst into flames so I walk around, dragging my palms over the walls, looking for hot spots, while my nose is working like some rodent.

 

 

Have I mentioned that I am deathly afraid of fire? 

 

 

Yeah.

 

 

I used to be Panic Attack afraid of fire, but I've calmed down to Incredibly Freaked Out afraid of fire.  I'm probably the worst at Christmas time, when I lie awake many nights, worrying about all of those extension cords and lights, and, oh-gawd I can't even think about that right now...

 

 

Anyway...

 

 

I finally located the source of the Very Scary Electrical Smell, which was my desktop computer, and when we popped it open, we found that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

 

 

*sigh*

 

 

No fire.  No computer, either, but, that's not a big deal compared to, say, not being able to reach your children because of a wall of flames.

 

 

 

See where my mind goes?  Isn't that awful?

 

 

 

I take full responsibility for killing the computer, because even though I do try my best to keep the dust out, there was probably enough cat hair compacted around the front USB jacks to built a whole other cat, so, yeah, it was definitely a death due to neglect thing.  Luckily, we have the rockin' little netbook, so nobody is twitching due to internet withdrawal.  I haven't decided if I am in the market for a whole new set-up or just a repair--we'll see what mood strikes me over the course of the next week or two, and, of course, what I can get away with.  You know how it is...you don't WANT to have to buy a new computer, but, gee, you sure hate to waste this "opportunity"...hehe...