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Well, after spending a few whiles more wiggling all the little cables and rams and things around short of ripping out the tasty little silicon wafer at the heart of the infernal machine... that big weirdo randomly started working normally again.
Praise be to the unknowable ways of the ineffably powerful Electric Witch of the infinite information superhighforest, I guess?
Now I feel silly for ever having been even slightly irritated at the —apparently— very temporary catastrophe.
Until something spooky happens again anyway.
What does it mean? Was it a sign? A reminder of mortality? Cherish every moment of everything not being on fire, and cover everything around you in asbestos?
