We bought a new monitor and keyboard because my mom thought the monitor was fried, turns out it was, but the computer also decided there was no such thing as a primary or secondary master. We took it into the shop, and the only way I'm going to get all my files back (read: roms and pr0n) is to take it to one of those fun computer forensics places, of course, it will be my parents doing it, because the first few chapters of my dad's back on the Sudanese refugees is also witheld in that box with no moving arm.
DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN
But we did get a new hardrive that's three times the size of the last, huuray!