So a fella's computer goes and gets itself all busted up. It's harddrive just ups and screws right off, and it seems like there's nothing he can do but take it in to the techies and pay them tonnes of scrilla to make it all better. That was our original thought here at Optimuscrime Halifax HQ. We spent roughly 5 days worrying about the dough we were readying ourselves to part with just to have our little workhorse ploughing again.

And then Catano the roommate enters the scene:

"Don't pay those suckas" he says," We can do this sh** ourselves. I'll help you."
"But I'm afraid I'll harm the little guy" We say. "I don't know how."
"F**k that, boyee." Says Catano. "I did it before for my girl. We got the internet to help us, and we gonna crack that motherf***ker open, and we gonna make it sing."
"Catano," We say, "I don't know why you talk like that, but I'm willing to try this."
And so we get out the screwdrivers, the pens and the butterknives, and we do this...

One and one half hours, fifty two (52) tiny screws, one new harddrive and a plastic case making the most horrific noises that we've ever heard, the job was done. (Honesly readers, you wouldn't believe how terrifyingly compact the insides of an iBook are!) Old Rats! (the given name of the computer) had survived the surgery, and though there were currently eleven (11) screws leftover without homes, we powered him up, and he worked like a dream. (That is to say, that he worked. Period.) And so we celebrated, by loading him up with new programs, and bestowing upon him a beautiful decorative mactack covering to make him feel like once again, somebody loves him.

Now, Our good Old Rats! didn't get out of this unscarred, mind you. No, he'll have these marks for the rest of his life, to ever remind him of his time under the butterknife. It's a small price to pay, for a new lease on life (and at half the cost) right Old Rats? We think it looks tough. Tough the way your new floral covering looks tough. Right?

And so, Optimuscrime Halifax would like to extend a warm holiday thank you to Catano the Roommate for his bravery in the face of technological malpractice. And one to Old Rats for not leaving us too soon. We've got too much ahead of us, you and we. (dang, this first-person plural is tough to keep up - even for us sovereign bloggers.)