So I finally fixed my laptop. All it needed was a new cooling fan, but the combination of my lazy ass and forgetful computer store dorks left the problem unaddressed for several weeks. So this morning, I ate breakfast and proceeded to hack open my computer. It didn't take long, and the replacement fan works perfectly. No more keeping a fire extinguisher between my feet while I'm typing. I have to admit that I don't really know how to fix computers and that my ability to screw up electronics is on par with a bucket of water. But when the store geek asked if I would like them to install the fan for me, I couldn't help but go all Tim "The Tool Man" Taylor on that shit, despite having a less cool and alliterate epithet; Idiot "The Idiot" Cyvant.
I get a bit nervous when it comes to fixing unfamiliar things. I can usually trust my hands to not strip out screws or drop/lose things at inopportune times, but I'm always a little uncomfortable working with anything that isn't a bike. That's when I usually start thinking "Shit. What if this doesn't work?" It forces me to work slower and more carefully. Cars and computers take the longest because things that explode, electrocute, or spark scare me. When I'm done, it's somewhat a pleasant surprise to have fixed said contraption. It sounds kind of dorky, but I get a bit of a buzz from fixing the less bicycle-related stuff. It's always an adventure. I'm like the Indiana Jones of trying to fix stuff, except without the old balls and consistent facial hair.
In Other News:
I'm sick and while it's only a bit of a cold, it's still pretty sucky nonetheless. I just got DZNuts chamois cream. It is my first foray into the wonderful world of taint products and I want to give it a try as soon as possible, but riding in freezing weather with a cold is a recipe for disaster.
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