Ame’s computer is done and I have my own machine back to myself again!

From Saturday Morning, Schmatterday Morning, I discovered the northbridge (is that even the right name for it?) heatsink/fan combo had fallen off the board and had been dangling for who knows how long and the chip now has a nice little scorch mark. Zap. Fried. This was a part I had replaced myself before because the original assembly had developed this annoying grinding noise and a thorn in my paw for that board for a long time.  Come to think of it, the part probably came off from our recent move – unfortunately, there was no performance degradation until the thing simply wouldn’t power up anymore.

The board was dead. A replacement is the most logical step, right? Too bad it was an Intel Socket 478 board and the only one that was readily available anywhere didn’t support AGP for the old nVidia 6800 currently in the machine. Ugh. So that means you have to replace the board, the card, and of course the CPU. At this point, we could just salvage what we could like, well… it turns out nothing, but I’ll get to that.

Ame was keen to learn how to build a computer from parts, so I supervised. There was some excitement with the motherboard installation and the silver thermal paste, but it was mostly a smooth install with no malfunctions. I’ve never gone AMD before, but it was pretty painless and things work great so far.

Some gripes:

1. The motherboard is short for an ATX board. I’m used to installing out to the edge of the range of the mounting screws, using about 8. This one is shorter and doesn’t extend that far. The problem comes in when you want to plug the 24-pin power supply connector. You have to make sure that connection is solid, but doing so has the potential to bend the board! Do not want!
2. Another problem with the motherboard; there’s only one IDE connector. That sure was a surprise when we tried to hook up her existing hard drives and the optical drive. Ame ended up ordering a SATA drive as a workaround.
3. The Windows Vista install disc is a DVD! The optical drive she had before was a CDRW drive. We used a salvaged DVDROM drive from another unused computer to pull this duty.
4. Steam needs SP2 to work and Vista’s auto-updater didn’t detect SP2 as an installable update so I had to get it manually.

Other things were a breeze though, like the front-panel audio connection. I love my Antec case, but the front-panel-audio squid is horribly labelled and I have no earthly clue how to plug it in. Ame’s case has a dumb-proof connector that looks like an internal USB plug and it just hooks in. Sigh. Jealously really. Otherwise my own case is supar teh-awesome.

Saturday morning was horrible, horrible, horrible.

It all started at 4:30 a.m. when Ame dropped by to say hello to me while I slept. This wasn’t odd at all though as she likes to stay up late and play video games sometimes. The little tickle in my throat from the night before had blossomed quite a bit so I was feeling a little bad. Ame went to get me some water and cold & flu remedy, and, on her trip out to the kitchen for the glass of water, she discovered her computer was unexpectedly off and wouldn’t turn on again. Enter: Steve, the home sysadmin.

After doing the simple stuff, like checking the power cables and discharging the capacitors with no resolution, it was time to open it up. Oh, lovely, the only point of failure I’ve ever experienced on that particular board had failed again - I call it the northbridge fan, but who knows what it’s called. The problem was, there’s evidence this was not a new issue. I called it as a red herring at the moment and looked for something else, but I couldn’t find it so I shelved it and resolved to look at it later after more rest.

By then the dog was going nuts because we were both up and that’s the signal to go outside and potty. Remember, I’m still under the weather at this point, and for extra bonus points also hungover – we had Bobby over for dinner the night before and I had “some” wine. Ame was understandably upset her computer was toast, so after taking care of Snickers’ urinary needs, she wanted to toast up some Eggo waffles to chill out.

She popped in a couple frozen waffles into the toaster, and placed the remaining waffles back in the freezer. The act of closing the door caused a bottle of hazelnut booze to fall and smash on the floor. We were both in the kitchen, and one of the great things about owning a small dog, is they are your ever-vigilant shadow. The bottle smashed right next to him, simultaneously scaring the shit out of him and soaking him in hazelnut flavored alcohol.

He jets off, we’re all freaking out, I checked him for wounds, ask if Ame’s okay – thankfully they both are. It’s time for an emergency dog bath and a cleanup in aisle one. We wrestled the dog into the tub and I started cleaning up the mess – not without some difficulty though: I cut my hand on some broken glass, and had neglected to put a mop pad on the swiffer so that wasn’t so effective until Ame corrected me.

It’s 6 a.m. at this point and guess what? The animals were hungry! I was pretty rocked at this point, but this went off without any problem, and after taking Snickers down and up again with no incident – he even pooped as per his bowel schedule, all great. Ame, The Unlucky Beast, was ready to try again with waffles upon my return. We’re nervous that something else was going to happen. Things went fine, she had her waffles and we went to sleep.

That’s the account of the whirlwind of that accursed Saturday morning. Ugh.