Actually, there wasn't a loud crash, any warning, and no wisp of smoke. Just the blue screen of death.
I was happily looking at a few things on line and then got up to make my husband's lunch for the next day. A few minutes later I turned around (I can see my computer screen from the kitchen, heck, I can see almost my whole home from the kitchen) and there is was, all blue and scary saying something about memory and how the computer didn't feel appreciated so it left to find a job in Vegas dealing blackjack and finding the true meaning of love....
And apparently, it meant it, it hasn't come back yet, that was Wens night.
It took alot of things with it too.
My world hasn't crashed, but it is frustrating and a little sad.
Did lose some writing that wasn't saved yet, and my resume, and a few other things. Oh well...life goes on. I hope I get a postcard from Vegas soon.