Screaming Bean |
Friday, April 29, 2005
I got a call last night from my spouse. "I want you to look something up." This isn't an abnormal request in my household. My mother's been known to call me up with requests or questions to look up. The next line made me slightly ill. "Find out what to do when you get soda in a laptop." Seems the MBA group meeting went slightly awry and a glass of soda was spilled. Oh, and that there was class the next day...and there was a paper that needed to be submitted on the hard drive. I really didn't have to make a leap to figure out how it would feel to have your computer out of order, while I haven't had water in the components, it's a cold sinking feeling. So we sprung into action last night, broke out the precision screwdrivers, broke out the isopropal alcohol, q-tips and towels and went to work. We thought we were on to something. We got the whole unit apart. We found the magic screws that held the keyboard in place. I whisked away each little drip of soda in keys. The spouse felt good about it. So did I. We put all the components back in place and hit the power switch. We saw power for a moment and heard it immediately power off. And nothing. Other battery? Nothing. Sadly we gave up and headed off to bed. The spouse gave it another valiant attempt in the morning before going to class. Nothing, though the status lights were blinking in some sort of strange code. Lunch came around and I got a call to find out what the tech line was. Before finally giving in to the idea that bigger powers were necessary, the spouse gave it one more try. And it worked. Half the cover panels are lying on the kitchen table, but the laptop booted up like a champ. Now mind you the laptop itself was not on the kitchen table but rather a few miles from home. Nor were there any screws actually holding the unit together, but who cares, it works! Hooray!
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