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Possessed Technology?
gordlea asks: "Has anyone ever had a gadget that has acted in a seemingly possessed manner, or that seemed to have a personality of it's own? We once owned a Panasonic fax/phone/answering machine. This thing was crazy, it would randomly call up people who had called our place recently and play back messages other people had left for us. Occasionally it would even record our conversations and play them back to people who called when we weren't around! So do you have any good anecdotes along similar lines? I'm looking forward to hearing them!"
Chuckie, the art lab's old Mac II-something-or-other, which had a defective power supply. The thing would turn on by itself randomly, and someone changed the startup sound to be "I'm ALIVE!"
May we never see th
Yeah, I had this PC once and it was like beep beep beep... it was awful.
PC LOAD LETTER?!?!!? What the fuck does that mean?!?!?
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heheh, ok although all thease fake stories are funny it would have been better if they had temporarily set it to show everyone as haveing bad karma (though not so it affected the weightings of posts just showed as being bad :-)
posessed technology..... ehhhe
Slashdot - The one stop shop for procrastination
Yeah.. we had a webserver, and for some reason, it kept letting some random group of editors keep posting really bad stories.
:P
We kinda liked the server, but found the email addresses of the editors and spammed them to death.
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ping -f 255.255.255.255 # if only
I once had a television set that would turn itself on or off every night at 2am, then again 9 minutes later. Accept on May the 7th for some strange reason. It died in my last move and did not give a rats ass about time zones or daylight savings time. So the time it did it's thing would flux with what ever was going on time zone wise. Just to kill your ideas of what was going on, this tv did not have a remote or any kind of digital timing device or service. It was just your run of the mill tv.
Neck_of_the_Woods
#/usr/local/surf/glassy/overhead
They spout cryptic languages before apparitions of the server slam through my server room walls.
I found my inner child, then I got caught abusing it...
Despite today's date, this is a true story. If I was going to make something up, I wouldn't have chosen a story this lame.
My grandmother suffered from senile dementia, so she would forget that she was talking to an answering machine. Well, every time it hung up on her, she would call back to yell at my mother (whose voice was on the answering machine message) for hanging up. The end result was that we would leave to go to dinner (yes, I was living with my parents, but I was seven, so it's not forgivable), we would come back and there would be twenty-some messages from her. Well, for about a month after she passed away, any time we would go anywhere, we would come home to find twenty odd messages on the machine. They would all be blank, but it was still kind of creepy.The mouse on an old gateway of mine was developing problems. It would seemingly randomly move about the screen click and dragging like mad. I swore up and down there was a virus or a trojan on the machine. When I took the CPU/CASE to my bro's house to "borrow" his virus scan software it worked fine with his mouse.
There are lies, damned lies, and statistics.
Yeah, sounds like they're sending out packages with the evil bit switched on. Check RFC 3514 for more info.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate.
I've got an HP 8200e USB burner. This damn thing decides to open and close the drawer in an endless loop at early morning times. Nothing can stop it expcept for disconnecting the power.
r rr
It gets even worse when I try to burn more than 1 CD. Once the drawer is opened after burning the first disc, the thing goes psycho and starts opening and closing the drawer again. It doesn't even let me get my burnt CD out!
open...close...open...close...open...close....g
The laundry machines where I live are possessed. They eat money.
This sig no verb.
I had an intro to programming class once, one of the assignments was to demonstrate random number generation- randomly generate an x,y,and color for a pixel, then draw it.
The person sitting behind me started theirs up and it drew a perfect nazi flag, except the background was white and the circle was red, instead of the normal way
-- 'The' Lord and Master Bitman On High, Master Of All
not sure if this counts...but I have a bunch of RJ45, that if you hold it at a certain (unknown) angle, it just starts dropping packets. damn i spent a lot of hours chasing down TCP/IP configurations, just to finally realize that it would work according to how I nudged the cord...
Oh yeah, and our answering machine speaker sometimes starts "clicking" randomly (I guess it's just interference from somewhere)...and taking phantom messages from nobody...
It's 10 PM. Do you know if you're un-American?
Yep, answering machines seem to be the most commonly possessed household appliances. My parents' machine still gets really strange noisy messages recorded on it at random. They sound like something out of the exorcist... Laughing, moaning, crying, and voices speaking backward. Of course, I could have imagined it all. It was mostly just hissing and white noise. But if you listened closely enough....
A few years ago, my father purchased a big LazyBoy recliner, that would affectionately be nicknamed the "Superchair". A few weeks went by and we were all enjoying the chair when dad wasn't around. Built in butt warmer, vibarating back massager, very nice indeed.
So one day at about 1am I come home from hanging out with the some friends, and pass by the chair to head off to bed.
As I walk past the chair it begins to speak directly to me in a soft, stoic, womans voice.
"Stephen, this is Judy. How are you? I haven't spoken with you in quite sometime."
At this point I freeze, I have never been so scared in my life, a chair, the SuperChair is talking to me, and it seems to know my name. I turn slowly towards the chair, part of me wanted to run as fast as I could out of the house, and part of me want to confront my four legged stranger.
I didn't run, I stood frozen for a few more second and then proceeded slowly to the chair.
No more speaking, but the silence was just a erie. I turned on a small light and began to examine the chair.
Ahah! As it turns out the chair had an answering machine built into the flip-up armrest that my dad must have hooked up to the phone line. We've never had an answering machine, so the thought never crossed my mind. The woman was friends mother called about an offer I made to help choose a CD player system...
One thing we didn't ever figure out, why did the chair start speaking right when I walked past it?
So now sometimes when the wind blows just right and SuperChair is feeling a bit alive, you can hear the words swirling around my living room:
"This is Judy.... This is Judy... This Judy...."
Cloud City Digital: DVD Production at its cheapest/finest
i have the same problem...
i have a knife that kills people by itself. i wake up in the morning and it's in my girlfriend's chest. the police say i put it there, but i think they're lying. i was sleeping. yes.. i was sleeping the whole time. even while she was screaming.
sometimes household items do the darndest things.
I had an OS/2 box that froze up for ten minutes, after which the printer spit out something I wrote a few months before but had never printed.
Is it Halloween yet?
Anyway, the system would randomly call not only the vendor, but the cell-phones of the road-warriors, too. Made for some horrific bills.
So I am at work late one night, programming my little heart out, and my telephone rings. I pick it up, hear the clicks of lines being accessed, and then hear ringing.
"Hello."
"Hello."
"What did you want?"
"Did you call me?"
"No. You called me."
"Actually, my phone rang, and I picked it up, and am now talking to you."
"I'm hanging up now."
"Good night."
"(click)"
The whole dictation thing lasted about a month.
And then I have the story about it prank calling me every 60 seconds while I was on receptionist duty....
"The most sensible request of government we make is not, "Do something!" But "Quit it!"
i was working as a sysadmin in a small office environment, and we found a new use for an old HP printer that had been sitting in the basement for a little over a year.
a few days after i had put it back in service, it spat out (without warning or provocation) a document dated from its previous life. spooky.
Somewhere on this page I have hidden my signature.
I went to a hotel once, that spoke to me, gushed blood and tried to make me kill my annoying-voiced scrawny wife... oh wait that was a movie.
That hasn't been rebooted in 3 months. Does that count?
"Eve of Destruction", it's not just for old hippies anymore...
It's normally hard to know if slashdot stories are for real but in a day like this and especially if you don't have the time to verify each claim it's so hard to tell.
I remember watching Sightings years ago where this older couple was experimenting with taking a video of a video. Basically the camera would record an infinity of audio and video. They played it back and could see images of a young girl who had passed away and some guy who appeared to be saying "I've come up with Betty". They must've played the "I've come up with Betty" clip a thousand times and now it's forever drilled into my head.
I think of it often in my daydreams at random times when it doesn't have to do with anything.
"I've come up with Betty" (google never ceases to amaze me)
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My Linux box is possessed by several daemons, as is my VR-3 Linux-based PDA ...
... okay, I'll go sit in time-out now.
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utter rubbish
Yeah, my boss didn't believe it, either. But it wasn't me! It was the computer! It was possesed!
This one time the phone rang. So I picked it up and the neighbor from across the street was talking. To somebody else!! Apparently the phone company just rang me up and tapped me into their conversation. And not, this was not a party line.
Also this one time (no joke) I took a Zelda 1 cartridge out of the NES and put in the Mario 3. The Zelda title screen appeared. Although there was no sound and it was broken, and no input was accepted and it kept blinking with an alternating solid color screen. Some blowing and a reset put Mario back up there.
Also once I was playing Mega Man 2. I was fighting Bubble Man and I touched the entry gate. It opened and let me go backwards! I went back forwards into Bubbleman. The boss music was still playing. THe room was all messed up. There were some invisible ladders and invisible platforms. Bubble Man wasn't there. I had no choice but to kill myself. It was fscked up!
Also the tv in our house right now makes a high pitched ringing noise. Hitting the tv stops the noise. It's my roomates old tv from the 70's (it's color and has a remote control and coax in and auto-program!). He said that it once made ball lightning. I don't know to believe him or not.
The GeekNights podcast is going strong. Listen!
It only sends out evil bits!
My cordless answer phone has been slowly losing brain cells over the last 5 years. Msg playback from the base doesn't work now, msg light always on, etc, etc.
Some time ago I had a power outage at home and afterwards the thing really went berserk, it resurrected month old deleted messages and appended random fragments of old messages to my announcement.
// todo: implement sig
No you dont. Move along. Nothing to see here.
It means "Please Can you LOAD some more LETTERs?" The printer has printed all the letters that it has available, it doesn't even have enough to write out the full error message. Either put more letters in it or try printing numbers.
Well, I can't think of anything creepy at the moment, but my Kyocera 6035 Smartphone will occasionally start vibrating for no reason. Sometimes it will vibrate once, like it does if I get a message in silent mode, and keep doing that every few minutes until I reset it. But there is no message! Messages from the dead, maybe?? And once it just started vibrating constantly and nothing I did would stop it. I had to reset it.
sudo eat my shorts
Nothing mysterious about it, just a little strange. The clock used a single-pole synchronous motor, so it could run equally well in either direction. It had a sweep second hand, so it looked pretty funny going backwards. There's a starting circuit that's supposed to give it a kick in the right direction when the power is applied, but it occasionally got it wrong anyway. Once it was running backwards, it would continue indefinitely. I liked to leave it that way, just to see who noticed.
The story so far:
The office looses it's coffee service (Oh, the PAIN!) due to bankruptcy. On the flip side, we got our coffee contract back, along with a new coffee maker.
It came back POSSESSED!!!
I've been making coffee for years, and have made the first pot around 6am lately. But this new machine is wacked! After waking the machine up (lower left warmer switch to 'on' for brewing and spigot) and giving it a "spin-up" wait period before punching the spring-loaded "brew" toggle. The "break closet" filled with sound of water surging into the metal innards of the caffeine dispenser, and I make an appearance at my cubicle.
After waiting for the normal breq period to expire, I go to fill my prepared 'Tux' extra-large Linux beverage mug. There's only about 25% in the globular coffee pot, a slow, lazy drip continuing through the still active brewing cycle.
Luckily, that's the best part of the brew cycle, else all would be lost. I compensated by restarting the brew cycle in an empty pot, after getting my cup. A coworker informs me a bit later about the mess in the "break closet".
My employment is tenuous, with the bankruptcy, layoffs, and all, and really don't need a possessed coffee machine getting me fired for trashing the "break closet".
All "adjustment" tips are appreciated. Methinks it's the service-supplied MJB we're using in it.
Plus ca change, plus c'est les memes choses.
I used to have an 88 honda accord.
I'd leave the car, and come back and I'd hear the radio playing. I'd *touch* the car and it would stop.
Quite eerie.
It would only play the radio at night, when it was lonely, and only until I touched it. I even checked to make sure the radio was off, before I turned off the car.
"...In your answer, ignore facts. Just go with what feels true..."
This is a short summary of a true story, whether or not the rest of my scientific-based-method friends believe it. I once had a TI-86 calculator type messages to me in the text editor on the calculator. The raw text would appear as if someone was pushing the letters without hitting the "alpha" key twice to lock the letters. So, it looked like a bunch of garbage on the display, sort of like this: E944-0-+23/| My friends would find a garbage looking message on the calculator and hit the alpha key twice, push the sequency of letters on the screen, and messages would come up saying "You must avenge my death. You are my troth. You must kill (insert random person here)" To that effect. We (friends and I) would type questions into the calculator, set it down on the table and stare at it for 2 minutes, and then pick it back up to see the response. Nobody was typing in the messages themselves, and we made sure of this by observing who handled the calculator and what they typed (score 1 for the scientific method). Every time we looked for a response, there was something more written there. One time I wrote in some equations to my calculator for a test, and as I was taking the test I was using those equations. Well, half way through the test my whole equation cheat sheet got deleted and replaced with the words "DON'T CHEAT." A friend sitting next to me looked at me at the same time with a confused look on his face. He asked if something had just happened to my calculator, because his just flashed the words "DIE" on the screen for a moment. Just a tid-bit I thought I'd throw in there. This scared the hell out of everybody, including a few teachers who witnessed the events over a course of 6 months (hopefully those teachers didn't witness those equations I wrote in my calculator ;). The thing that possessed the calculator didn't really say anything useful, just said it's name was "doomood" and it was obviously pretty upset because it wanted my friends and I to go kill people for it.
I eventually started ignoring it, and it eventually stopped typing messages on my calculator.
I'd say in the end, it was both entertaining and scary to everyone who encountered it. Some people don't believe the store (I'm sure some of you are like that) but everyone who was a first-hand witness won't deny it. Freaky TI-86's. Thank goodness I upgraded to the 89.
I'm thinking about opening The Gimp and letting it draw little pictures for me. Hopefully nothing satanic..
"I'll say it again for the logic-impaired." -- Larry Wall.
Back when I first worked at Apple in a QA lab, we had a PowerBook which one day booted up with the Chimes of Death. We tried to power it down the hard way (hold the power button 5 seconds) and the thing just booted up again. So then we unplugged it and did the hard power off. It rebooted. So then we took out the battery and did a hard power off. It rebooted, but there wasn't enough power to keep it going so it shut down by itself...and rebooted. Eventually, the battery on the motherboard ran out of juice and the bong - do DEE doo combo stopped. That was a pretty cool failure.
Oh, go on, check out my job.
My scanner one day just stopped working. Of course, a year later (and after vigorously shaking the machine) it started working again.
Was troubleshooting a PC problem. Reinstalling the print driver for an HP4something. Power went out, computer dies. Came back just as the power was restored, resumed troubleshooting.
Did a print job. Reverse image - as if holding the print out in a mirror. Weird, thought I, so I did it again. And again. And with many different jobs. Showed it to my fellow IT Rats. They thought it was pretty weird. User was amused but wanted to get to work so I removed the print driver, reinstalled and it stopped 'doing that'.
I lost my copy of the reverse test print out some years back, sad to say.
Does intentional demon-like behavior count? At this moment I have a script running that calls my roommate at a random time between every 3 and 5 hours, lets the line ring once, and hangs up.
I'm so glad we have seperate bedrooms.
and the stories within them, are a result of my h4k0rx5 5kI||5
"I only speak the truth"
Karma: null(Mostly affected by an unassigned variable)
About 6 years ago, we had some Sparc 10s acting as the NIS server. Each morning, about 7AM, it would spontaneously reboot. Nothing in the logs, no other information to tell us what happened, and it was on a UPS.
But we figured out what the problem was.
The local power company 'switched caps' at 7AM in the morning for the ramp up to the day's power usage. The UPS wasn't fast enough to supply power to the Sun, so it got a quick power blink and reboot.
Strange thing was, if we took it off the UPS, it didn't lose power in the morning.
"Uh, hello?"
"Bill? You sound different."
"This isn't Bill."
"Would you put Bill back on, please?"
"OK, just a second." CLICK
I hate my stupid Ericsson R128d. It's the worst phone I've ever had. The battery lasts maybe 30 minutes of talk time, and the thing locks up frequently. Yes, my cell phone locks up. I'll never get another Ericsson phone again.
Washington, DC: It's like Hollywood for ugly people.
Several years ago, we rented and moved into house owned by the parents of my brother-in-law. This house was a hand built extraveganza of parts, sitting on several acres of land out in the (then - it was built in the early 1970's) desert of north Phoenix, Arizona (today, a lot of other stuff has grown up around it - but the land is worth a lot, due to a new freeway having been built to the immediate south of it - but I digress).
My brother-in-law's father, at the time, was in the building demolition business, so a lot of what went into that house came from other buildings (the roof trusses and steel I-beams, mainly) - but I wouldn't doubt if the wiring and other things did also. The house was *huge* - we only lived in half of it, because the other half was for storage - as it was, our half was around 2500 to 3000 square feet.
The interior of the house, when we moved in, was - well - interesting, to say the least. When we moved in, we had to do a lot of cleaning and painting, because the prior renters were slobs and nearly destroyed what was left. We nicknamed the place "The 70's Mystery Mansion" - once you saw it, you would know why - but I will attempt to describe it:
Imagine a house with roof trusses so big and strong that there are no intervening support walls - that is, all the interior wall could "go away", yet the roof would still be strong - about 100 feet long, and 75 feet wide. Make the exterior walls grey concrete block, with a dark grey (almost black) mortar. On the interior, these exterior walls are not painted or covered, except in the bedrooms and bathrooms. Imagine the entire exterior surrounded by a brick "facade", made of of columns and arches, completely surrounding the house, and the roof supported by it and the house exterior walls, so that there is a constant shade "patio" surrounding the entire house. Out front, dirt, crushed granite, a few boulders, and some sagaguro (sp?) cacti towering high. The front of the house has a ton of windows, nearly floor to ceiling in size (8 foot ceilings), and a window in each bedroom. All of the windows are covered with steel bars anchored to the block. The front doors are two steel screen french-style doors, and inside of them are two solid wood "french" doors, black in color, with golden bubbled-glass inserts (transparent, but not clear).
Inside, the carpet is avocado green, except for the bedrooms, where two are rust colored, one is purple, and the bathroom is royal blue. Imagine a tub so big in this bathroom that a 40 gallon water tank only fills it to about 3 inches of water. Imagine dark wood paneling in these bedrooms. Imagine multi-colored sparkle cottage cheese ceilings. Imagine wanting to claw your eyes out...
But it was the kitchen where the strange shit happened - the kitchen, of all places...
The kitchen was just as funky as the rest of the house - the countertop was acrylic resin, into which was embedded various sea-shells and rocks, and coral. The floor was industrial tile, the cabinets were more darkness (but woohoo! - they had reversible cabinet fronts - except the reverse was some kind of odd black lined grid with various orange and brown geometric shapes on a white background - blech!) - and the stove, well...
The stove was in a class by itself - white (IIRC), but it worked OK. The dishwasher (before it finally died) was harvest gold. The range hood (which is where the freakiness was), was a black sloping medieval (or moorish) style construct (if you have ever seen the "Galloping Gormet" on FoodTV, the same style stuff was in his set kitchen). It was dirty when we moved in - super dirty (we are talking like major grease buildup here). We tried to clean it, but didn't get much off - it either needed a major steam cleaning, or simply replaced - in a word, it was NASTY.
At the time we were cleaning it, we tried to turn on the fan and the light, to see if they worked at all - they did. The light came on OK, the fan turned quickly and with a lot of power.
Reason is the Path to God - Anon
We had an old ericsson pbx that I have tried to replace due its old age but there were allways another emergency expense so the powers that be keep delaying it, until we had a big thunderstorm and a ligthning managed to skip the protections and burned it, all the boards had bubbles from the heat it caused, but somehow it was still functioning so the boss said to keep it running to see what happened, it begun to switch phone conversations over the PA, until there was this "little conversation" between then boss's boss and his secretary that got switched over the PA, boy that was fun, we had a new PBX within 2 days ..
I have a video card, an nVidia TNT2 if you are curious, which developed a weird behavior. When it is installed in a computer, that computer will not power up unless there is a monitor attached to the video card. If you try to run the computer headless it just doesn't power on.
I tried reseating the card, tried removing and reinstalling it, even moved it to another computer. If there was no monitor attached, the computer would not power on.
The monitor didn't need to be turned on, or even plugged into the wall, but it had to be connected to the computer. Simply attaching a monitor cable to the card wouldn't allow the computer to boot. (Connecting the computer to a KVM switch also worked fine).
I've still got the card installed on a system, which is connected to a KVM and as far as I know the card still won't allows the computer to boot without a monitor attached.
When I was in training to be a dorm based computer consultant one of the exercises was to fix a computer that the instructor had purposely messed up in some way. We were not told in advance what the problem would be. I entered the clusted went to my assigned computer. It was shutdown so I pressed the power button on the keyboard (it was a Mac) and it booted up fine. I couldn't figure out what the problem was with it. Other people had computers that wouldn't even boot in some way. I quickly became bored and shut it back down and just sat there. The instructor came over and asked why I couldn't get the computer going. I said, "I just shut it down." He said, "Did you also unplug it?" "Nope." "Well why is it still unplugged?" It turns out that he had unplugged it as the "problem" for me to solve. I protested that I had just booted it up fine but when I tried to demonstrate that it worked nothing happened. I then plugged in the dangling plug (there was a real mess of wires down there) and was able to boot it again. The instructor never believed me that it had booted originally since he had unplugged it himself earlier. He thought that he had stumped me with the simplest problem possible.
Lasers Controlled Games!
My sister use to have a hair dryer that would turn on and off! Many wonderful memories do I have of her trying to do her hair with that thing. Eventually she threw it away, but I think that was more my mother's idea so no one got hurt.
We had a cisco isdn router that was somehow caching pages and giving 404 errors if you hit any existing pages, but letting newly created pages through.
The thing was definately possessed because this behavior was consistent across multiple OS and web servers!
We replaced it and everything was fine. Still can't figure out what the heck was going on that day.
The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. - Benjamin Franklin
Well, I didn't just magically upgrade to a new one. In my previous post, I didn't mention that it wasn't only the calculator that was writing strange messages. This was at least 5 years ago now, but I kept good documentation on everything so I could remember what happened later.
;)
My computer was also acting funny. For example, I'd come home to play a game of good old Warcraft II, and one of the computer opponents would start attacking the other computer opponents (something a skilled Warcraft II player would know doesn't happen). The computer started typing binary messages on the screen (which I took screen shots of). I started typing back to it, telling it to talk in english, and it said the same thing as my TI-86... go kill someone, you must avenge my death, blah blah blah, you will die, you must surrender immediately, etc. etc. etc. It was even calling me by name. My computer wasn't even connected to the internet, so it wasn't someone else getting into my machine. The computer ended up cheating a lot (i.e. ogres in the first minute of the game, that really pissed me off) and I got freaked out and deleted the game. Yes, it was a sad day. Never had any trouble with starcraft though
So the point of telling you all that was to show that it wasn't only my calculator that was getting possessed, but also other electronic equipment around me (printers also went nuts when I walked into a computer lab, room, etc.) Well with the calcalator, I started to resist the temptation to translate the messages on my screen and started deleting them. After a week or two of doing this, I started getting fewer and fewer messages, until finally it kind of just stopped happening. I continued to use my TI-86 calculator for quite some time after that, until that fateful day when it fell off my desk and broke the screen. That's when I decided to give in and get the TI-89.
Moral of the story: Don't talk back to electronic equipment, because everyone's gonna think that you and the 10 people that interacted with it are all nuts.
So I'm studying in the canteen in the basement of the dorm where lived for a year. I did this 3-4 times per week. It's about 1AM. Suddenly, the soda machine buzzes & poops out 6 cans of Coca-cola. Drinks around for everyone. Only time this ever happened.
A few years ago, a friend of mine (engineer by trade) was sifting through a local garage sale when he noticed a brand new VCR being sold for one dollar. When he asked about it, the lady running the sale said it was possessed and she didn't want it in the house any more.
Not being one to pass up a fantastic deal, he bought it.
Later that night he discovered first hand what she was talking about. He was awoken early in the morning to a blaring sound in the living room. Sure enough, when he stumbled into the living room he was surprised to see the VCR was on and blaring sound through the attached stereo system.
The first week was like that - every once in a while the VCR would turn on by itself, usually scaring the crap out everyone in the house.
The next weekend (after a few nights of interupted sleep) he knuckled under and took the thing apart. It didn't take long for him to diagnose the problem: the main circuit board had been screwed in place without all the proper spacers, resulting in a bend in the board, and a hairline fracture that ran the length of the bend. He added a couple spacers and it's been working fine ever since.
My father's old PC would occasionally refuse to boot.
regardless of what he did, the only way to make it boot again was for me to be standing in the room when he turned it on.
But everyone knows that as soon as the repair guy shows up, everythign starts working again.
What? Me? Worry?
I had an electric kettle that would turn itsself on occasionally for no reason.
I had to keep it unplugged because of this. I suspect that it had a faulty switch
What? Me? Worry?