Yay4me
All hail me, for I am the IT king. No bastard would tell me what was wrong with my 'pooter (did you note the use of past tense? I tried to be subtle.) , so I fixed it myself.
Impressed?
I am.
I tried system scans with three different bits of software, I ran registry cleaning software, I even downloaded a manual which is supposed to explain how the registry works and what all the file names and extensions mean and manuallyfucked with it modified it. I downloaded another couple of browsers, nothing worked. So I bit the bullet and did something I thought would bring about the end of civilisation as I know it.
I worked out how to do a clean install of Windows and blow me down if it didn't work. I didn't panic when it told me to insert a CD into the drive when I dion't have a CD of the name requested. I didn't even scream when I had to reconfigure the satellite software. I held my nerve and succeeded against all odds. I've put a proposal to Jerry Bruckheimer, but he directed me to the Hallmark Channel. It should be on a cable TV near you by Christmas.
Impressed?
I am.
I tried system scans with three different bits of software, I ran registry cleaning software, I even downloaded a manual which is supposed to explain how the registry works and what all the file names and extensions mean and manually
I worked out how to do a clean install of Windows and blow me down if it didn't work. I didn't panic when it told me to insert a CD into the drive when I dion't have a CD of the name requested. I didn't even scream when I had to reconfigure the satellite software. I held my nerve and succeeded against all odds. I've put a proposal to Jerry Bruckheimer, but he directed me to the Hallmark Channel. It should be on a cable TV near you by Christmas.
I'm going to go and touch myself inappropriately now.
posted by Dirk at 6:46 am
9 Comments:
"I held my nerve and succeeded against all odds."
A far-sexier comment than your last sentence! Mmmmm!
As long as you consent to yourself touching you... can it be inappropriate? (unless you're in the local R-y at the time, I guess)
A few years ago when we were having continual 'pooter problems, is was Mrs V V B who did all the clean installations of Windows while I looked on bemusedly (actually there wasn't much point to doing that so I think I got a beer and watched the footy/cricket/motor racing). Anyway well done you. The ABC news tonight had some cotton farmer around your way taking on help from in town, and I was waiting for someone who might look passably Thruster-ish to appear, but no luck - I think.
I have nothing to add, accept
hefucck
now THAT'S a word verification!
Fancy.
Joan,
I enjoyed myself, though.
Hooch,
I had to get myself drunk first, does the consent still count?
P.S. R-y?
Phil,
He's doing better than most cotton farmers, the. Not only does he need help (dry around here), but he can source it locally. Generally speaking, anybody in a cotton area who isn't employed, doesn't want to be.
Hooch (again),
sounds a bit rude, but it also sounds like you're coughing up a furball. What have you been up to?
Joann,
Very.
R-y, as in RSL... it seemed like a good idea until I tried to spell it.
And the word verification reminded my of Boy's Town (NZ cartoon?)... hehe she said "insert double entendre word of choice"
I am in awe...
"I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy..."
Don't spend too long playing with your pooter or you'll make it sore!
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