Dead computer: help needed

Not having a good week. I have the most expensive jigsaw in the world. But I want it to be a computer. Help! *eeep*

I've spent the last week trying to work out why Stringray (favoured name at the moment, but seems to change every day) refuses to start. Part of my job is putting together computers but I've never had a failure on this scale, so now I'm asking for some advice.

The Symptoms

Motherboard powers on (power light turns on) when PSU switch pressed.
Fans start and LEDs light up when front of case button pressed.

Nothing else. Nothing on monitor. No beeps from beeper (later added when as the case didn't have its own speaker). Not useful for a diagnosis, admittedly. *sigh*

Assuming it was a memory problem (which would cause the above symptoms), I've spent lots *more* money and have tried three different brands of memory now with no success. And so, before I spend more money, I need to decide which next bit to replace. Or if theres anything else I could try and make my computer work. Any suggesting more than welcome! *hopefulsmile*

To add to my poutiness, Trowbridge supposedly sent me a *second* batch of tickets last friday and theres no sign of those either. Am absolutely fed up with the universe at the moment. *pout*

Aberystwyth Mon Amour

A weekend of welsh oddness. 791point43 scared me with the bizarreness of many welsh landmarks. The constitution hill Camera Obscura is most fab. The flags of minor regions of Europe along the seafront are disturbing. The frightening rural "alternative shop" of Aberystwyth is just that: frightening. Recovered with a drink in the pub that was once an old welsh church, still prettily painted, with welsh inscriptions of the ten commandments and various gospel quotes adorning the walls.

Spent much time admiring Julia Stiles with Lina's lesbian friends (assuming my gaydar was not too confused by this point...), watching Uma Thurman in The Avengers, got confused by The prisoner. And then there was Brian Molko. Singing and speaking in French. *thud*. He so belongs to me. Mine, I tell you.

And only Russian hospitality could invent a new favourite food of mine (Ravioli with pesto and cheese - how so me!) at midnight when I arrived hungry. *yummy*. Beat the stupidly expensive posh work dinner in a top Mayfair hotel the night before by a mile! Yay.

And much prettiness, with no surprises here:




you're velvet goldmine. you're sparkly and beautiful, and possibly from another world.

take the which prettie movie are you? quiz, a product of the slinkstercool community.

St Trinians B-Movie tomorrow. Who's going? *hopefulsmile* I'm dressing up for once.