Radio silence
Calling for a moment of silence: For my mother board. Died. Passed away. Hosed itself. Went to meet its maker. Gone toes up. Bottomed out. Shuffled off this mortal coil. Fizzled. Fried. Fritzed. Breathed its last. Left its physical body. Is pushing up daisies. Is toast.
And screwed me but good! More later.
1:00:06 PM 
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