We all know about the death of Mike, my trusty blender. Last night, bored out of my mind, I decided to do an autopsy on him, you know, see what made him tick and use the motor for something else. While disassembling, I found a thing that looked wrong, and screwed some pieces back together, determined the nature of the error, and repaired it so the same thing shouldn't happen again.
And they say that romance is dead.