Last month, VT and her husband offered to sell us their computer. It's only two years old, but said spouse wanted a faster one for gaming (he used to play EverCrackQuest, but has lately gotten into the new War of Worlds World of Warcraft [sorry,
dipster - I knew it was WOW, but wasn't clear on the words]). They were going to get their new one this month, but unforeseen difficulties caused them to spend more on travel than they planned (think of David Spade in that NO! commercial), and they decided to put off the computer purchase till summer. However, they had already gotten a new LCD monitor, and we could have the old (but still fairly new-to-us 19" screen) one now. She brought to work on Tuesday so I could take it home, and it rode around in the back seat of my Dad's car for two days because I forgot to have John take it out the minute I got home.
Turns out it was just in time. Last night when I got home, John told me Angus had done something (I still don't know what) and now the old monitor doesn't work. I fiddled with it a bit; it's plugged in and everything, but there is no reaction in it at all. Maybe the switch gave out. However, we have a nice new (to us) big one, so maybe I'll just hook it up and see how it works.
My poor ol' pc is getting crankier and crankier. My hard drive is almost full, I can't figure out what else to remove, and the poor thing is slightly older than Gareth anyway. I just hope it doesn't die completely before we get VT's.
Angus was unusually cooperative about doing his homework last night - he actually volunteered to write out more iterations of his spelling words, and we got most of it done in one sitting. John thinks he felt bad about the monitor and was trying to make up for it.