My computer is resurrected.  At long last, complete with completely restored OS, and a new AC adapter with a fan built into it.  No, back to enacting world take over on very small step at a time. 
In my absence lots has gone on. 
Best true story of all time. 
One week and a handful of days ago a new person moved into the house.  An older dyed in the wool CA hippie.  The house began to smell like week, I asked her about it.  She was assaulted sometime ago, now has wicked bad neck and back pain, smokes weed with the blessings of a Doctor and the state of CA.  A week goes by, she gets a little stranger.  Tried to get to know her, no luck.  Monday, she flips out.  I wasn't there to see it, I had the good notion to take the back road to Petaluma. 
Half way to Petaluma I get a phone call from the awesome roommate.  Awesome roommate asks me if I'm home, said no.  Asked her if she was, nope, she was out of the house too.  She told me that our new roommate was a fucking psycho.  Said that downstairs housemate had called her and told her all about it.  I decided to keep driving.  Another phone call.
Behold the landlord.  Calling to say that should the new person seem dangerous, crazy, and or all of the above to immediately call the Police.  I decide to turn around toward home.  Get home, prepare to park, see three Police cars.  Not one, but three.  I call Awesome roommate, ask her to guess how many Police cars are in front of the house.  She says she doesn't know and guess four. 
I park on a side street.  Walk up to the house, the downstairs people motion me to come inside.  The Officers and one Mediator come downstairs, the look on their faces, priceless.  They ask us about the new person.  Say that if anything should happen, we should call them immediately.
That night, I stay downstairs.  Watched the first half of Bridges of Madison County with one of the downstairs people and her younger sister.  Get tired, set out to sleep on the most excellent leather pull out couch in the living room. Said couch is right below the new person's bedroom.  She paced up and the down the upstairs well into 3AM.  At 6AM she proceeds to crank up the volume on the worst Gospel music I have ever heard.  It was so loud up there!
Tuesday night Awesome roommate and I are home, seems quiet.  Wednesday morning, Awesome roommate texts me asking me if I am still home.  I say yes, she knocks on my door.  Comes in, says she's starting again.  Awesome roommate leaves to call the appropriate people.  Ends up being directed to call 911.  She does so.  Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the new person is beginning to go at it full tilt.  Saying how The Queen of England, Barak Obama, both President Bushes, and Clinton were going to pay for what happened to her.  She was recounted violent acts that had happened to her in her past.  She didn't know I was home.  Kept going, then left the kitchen to go to her room.  Heard her beginning to pack.
I really hoped she wouldn't hit the streets.  She went downstairs.  I heard her verbally affronting somebody.  Turned out to be an officer.  Few seconds later, she was in the backseat of a squad car.  Second officer comes upstairs.  Awesome roommate comes home.  We give our information and all the details we have on the new person.  New person gets taken off the to the Psych Unit of the nearest local hospital.  For 72 involuntary observation. 
Today now being Saturday, she gets out.  Both of us two remaining roommates will be out of the house until Monday, when the new person has to be out by.