Lord, We Need A Revival

My laptop magically came back to life today. It's been refusing to boot for literally months and today I was supposed to take it into a rumoured repair shop to get the dead-to-the-world CD/DVD drive replaced. This would then allow me to reinstall Windows or apply some other OS with a breath of hope in it.

But this is not how my laptop came back to life. It did not make it to the repair shop but instead came back by magic. Magic, I tell thee.

That thing that defies explanation. One minute broken, the next... million or so (during which nothing happened) minutes later... fixed!

It's amusing because I named the computer Persephone for no other reason than I like the phonetics of the name and it shows up in Firefly. Must have been a particularly auspicious day for the naming of technology, though, because this isn't actually the first time that this laptop has risen from the dead.

Serious dead. Not just a little dead, not just Missiedith-is-a-bit-incompetent dead. People wot know what they're talking about have spoken to me of doom.

Tinkering and prodding has proved inarguably ineffectual. The only thing capable, it would appear, of fixing my computer is magic. The letters should sparkle before your eyes, and not just from sitting in front of a computer for too long.

It only remains to quote the words of Alice from The Vicar of Dibley:

I remember the first time my budgie Carrot died. He came back to life, you know. A bit like Jesus but with feathers.