Jan. 20th, 2003
Coo, fuck!
Jan. 20th, 2003 05:10 pmJust sat back and watched in suprise as my computer room powered down to the accompanyment of a yelp from downstairs.
The Demonic Iron (destroyer of Lyssa's Favourite Shirt, may it rest in peace) had just exploded... Liz had been cleaning it and it started spitting out sparks of molten metal... NICE!
Fortunately, Liz didn't get any slag on her (fnar!) and we only had to pop out to get fuse-wire to replace that which had blown.
That's the first time I've had to fucking replace a fuse... everywhere else I've lived has had circuit-breakers - much more tidy and quick to sort out.
Turn everything off. Remove knackered item. Reset CB. Turn CB back on. Bingo.
None of this "having to get dressed and go to the DIY shop" malarky...
pah!
The Demonic Iron (destroyer of Lyssa's Favourite Shirt, may it rest in peace) had just exploded... Liz had been cleaning it and it started spitting out sparks of molten metal... NICE!
Fortunately, Liz didn't get any slag on her (fnar!) and we only had to pop out to get fuse-wire to replace that which had blown.
That's the first time I've had to fucking replace a fuse... everywhere else I've lived has had circuit-breakers - much more tidy and quick to sort out.
Turn everything off. Remove knackered item. Reset CB. Turn CB back on. Bingo.
None of this "having to get dressed and go to the DIY shop" malarky...
pah!