I love the smell of a burning motherboard in the morning: I was greeted by an unpleasant surprise when I tried to boot up this morning. My three-month-old laptop is toast. After debating whether or not there was actually a screw in it labeled "H" during the tech-support call (there wasn't), the technician decided that it sounded like my motherboard burned up -- and, in conjunction, my screen. Oy. We have on-site support, right? No, you just have the default warranty on this, you'll have to send it in. Double-oy. So, that means I'll be struggling in a not-my-computer environment for at least a week. It also means I won't be replying to those 278 emails in my inbox I really really needed to get around to. (Sorry. If it's urgent, resend.)