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Magic fail smoke

Sometimes I blow out transistors.  Sometimes they smoke.  Sometimes they fizzle.  And sometimes, like today, they fail so catastrophically that they blow the face of their encasing epoxy across the room:

transistor fail

(The transistor behind it merely cracked in two.)

1 comment
  • Rob g

    I love the smell of blasted silicon in the mornings. It smells like…VICTORY!