
And it came to pass that the laptop bulb was dead, dead, dead - so it was declared, "There's nothing to lose in attempting a fix." Let there be many teeny tiny screws, and the cunning expedient of putting the service manual on a palmtop. And lo! After a few hours and a cuppa there was a new backlight, and it was scorching bright and evenly white, and this was good.
But the People did gaze upon the screen and say, Failymandias, what is this thing we see? It looks like a huge ugly crack in the screen and dead pixels, yea, unto the third generation.
And Failymandias did see this flaw and was vexed, for his big daft paws had torqued the delicate bits and tweaked the fragile bits beyond endurance, and all was doom and destruction and woe.
Ah well. It'll do for now. I wonder if there's anything tasty in the sales..?