Frankin-puter..
Why the hell is moving into a comptuer harder than moving into a new house? Why can’t I just plug the thing in and type? Are they (the men with pocket protectors) trying to see how far they can push me before I snap and take a bat to the thing? I only ask because my desktop bit it when Michelle was in visiting (I fully blame her and her bad karma) and my Frankin-puter (husband’s old one that had like every spare part known to man in it) wasn’t cuttin’ the mustard so I had to get a new desktop. Sounds fun. NO.
1. I hate spending money. Had to spend some.
2. I hate having to take time to reload crap that should just come on the thing. SEND THE THING WITH ADOBE PEOPLE REALLY! Why send sample OFFICE. I don’t want to pretend to use it…I want to *#(*&*&*&# use it! Why send it with lockdown, err, I mean Norton software that doesn’t want to let me sneeze let alone open a document without offering it my firstborn?
3. see one
4. I really hate trying to remember passwords and settings. I REALLY hate having to redo my email crap. It’s a black hole to start with….let’s wipe it out during the crash of 2005 and expect me to be smart enough to figure out how to get it all back up. Yeah, ain’t happening folks.
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6. I have a sexy naked man on my desktop….do they send a sexy naked man on desktop from store????? NOOOOOOO….they send some ugly backdrop that I have to stare at while my computer does a 9 hour virus scan on a system that just came out of the box. Now, if it finds one I’m going to have issues with the company.
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*snort*
Here ends computer rant. (that I’m not proofing) <—- should really just put that on bottom of blog…not proofing this. :)
