In which logic is ill. And puns are bad.
My laptop's busted and all of my problems seem to match all of the problems consistent with a logic board issue. My iBook supposedly has some kind of design flaw with the soldering in the logic board, or some shit like that. There's a place that'll replace my logic board for cheap but, in order to take advantage of said cheapness, I'll need to remove my logic board and send it to them.
Since laptops are designed to be sexy, sleek, chic, and compact, their innards are all intricately piled on themselves. Removing my logic board would go a little something like this.
Jesus Fish, wouldja look at all of those tiny screws? Notice the "Pages 19 of 23"? Can you guess what happens during Pages 1 through 18? Even more tiny screws! and the stuff that are affixed with those screws!
Okay, who wants to help me remove my laptop's logic board? By "help me," of course, I mean "do it for me." I'll totally make you all the marbled buttercrunch toffee you want.
Damn. I really don't want to buy another computer. But, y'know, Problems Could Be Worse.
Since laptops are designed to be sexy, sleek, chic, and compact, their innards are all intricately piled on themselves. Removing my logic board would go a little something like this.
Jesus Fish, wouldja look at all of those tiny screws? Notice the "Pages 19 of 23"? Can you guess what happens during Pages 1 through 18? Even more tiny screws! and the stuff that are affixed with those screws!
Okay, who wants to help me remove my laptop's logic board? By "help me," of course, I mean "do it for me." I'll totally make you all the marbled buttercrunch toffee you want.
Damn. I really don't want to buy another computer. But, y'know, Problems Could Be Worse.