Yesterday I was at the Gallant-Turner house, eating BBQ and watching Brandon’s 360 die.  Good times.  Since Brandon had opened his 360 earlier to check out what was inside, he no longer had a valid warranty.  Red Ring of Death, no way to fix it. 

OR WAS THERE?

I took the damn thing home with me, ripped it apart and did the 12 cent fix.  Actually, I cheaped out and only used 8 cents.  Don’t hate me. Surprisingly, it came back to life!  I was going to take pictures of the process, but I couldn’t find the camera.  Boo!  Anyways, it was action packed, and now Brandon must trade me his 2nd pick overall.

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