So the desktop computer gave me the weirdest message in the world, and then died. Bricked, as my computer fixing nephew says. I tried everything while having a two-day panic attack and all I could get was the bong and the fans. The end of Idol and I lose my computer? In a country where I am the only mac resource? Wah! So I've been living off the laptop for a week. Yesterday I came home and the computer is up and running. Perfectly. Zoueha says she dusted it and it came on. This is not the first time she has repaired a piece of electronics she knows nothing about by dusting. She is starting to scare me.