Hey kids, I was a posting dynamo Thursday. If you'd rather believe I've was posting like that all week, feel free. Piece-meal it out in your head so it works out to one a day. Maybe even read them that way. I'll just go ahead and apologize in advance to Rowela.
Anyway sorry about not posting for so long, I've been greatly distracted, which is partially explained below, but what really threw me off was the hunt for a laptop. I needed one, and so went off on an epic quest to procure the perfect lappy. I finally found it in an HP. (The HP dv8327us if you're curious.) I researched it, price compared it, and fell deeply in love with it.
I brought my new beautiful bundle of joy home with me and christened it with a name: Laika*. It turned out to be an ill omen, for like it's namesake the laptop soared briefly... then promptly and unexpectedly experienced catastrophic death. So I did what any lazy HP customer would do: called India. As it turns out you can pretty much just dial any Indian phone number, a friendly technician will answer and give you a false name. It'd be more fun if we got to make up names for them, but that's neither here nor there.
So talking to my new friend Hadji, no doubt sporting a fine Nehru jacket as we chatted about my dilemma, I was guided through the ardous process of testing every mundane thing that might have caused my problem (no drives useable except a small portion of the C:\ drive). I even took the bastard apart, saw that my drives were present, reseated them, and reinstalled Windows. Nada. Best of all Hadji had taken his leave faster than you could say "sim sim salabim" and I was left to my own devices.
Fortunately I knew what to do. When I reinstalled Windows I had the opportunity to rechristen the laptop Sputnik**. And from there on out it worked perfectly. Sort of. I actually put my Computer (Super) Science degree to use and fixed the problem myself in about five mintues. But I think it was because I had given it a name that couldn't fail. As a bonus it also scares Americans in the 1950's.
A final P.S. to this story is that the next day (as per my arrangement with the young Sultan of Bangalore) HP Tech Support called me back to ask if any of their solutions worked and I got to explain to them how to fix it. Apparently it had been a recurring problem. Fixed. By me. We're currently in talks to put me in a commercial.
- Scott
* Because it's going into new computing territory.
** Because it's the first satellite of my mother station (desktop computer).
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
What's in a name?
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" HP Tech Support called me back to ask if any of their solutions worked and I got to explain to them how to fix it. Apparently it had been a recurring problem. Fixed. By me. We're currently in talks to put me in a commercial."
ReplyDeleteI can't handle any more Scott facetime on billboards my ducklet. Should that happen, I just might spontaneously combust - thereby cutting down on the instances of Kid n Play photos on the internet by a factor of 10. Obviously, this cannot be allowed to happen.
P.S. I know you're getting some and that's fabulous - but I miss the Crush o' the Week. I'm not casting aspersions on your lovely Meg - perish the thought - but I suspect her ego is robust enough to handle you admiring on a purely aesthetic level women you will likely never meet and/or have intercourse with.
ReplyDeleteAlso, if she does object, you could start crushing on inanimate objects, men, or fictional characters. I'm sure she could live with THAT.
What I'm saying is, bring back SCOTW.
Nessa (first post), you know you can't live WITHOUT more of me. Posters, Times Square Billboards, Hoodies, and even Video Games. I'm marketable across all platforms. And I'm seriously considering the high fade hair style. So it'd balance out.
ReplyDeleteRo, you are the best of anyone I've ever met at being both saccarine sweet and bitingly sarcastic at the same time. But seriously, I am pretty great.
Nessa "Back for More" Mulheren, you'll get your segment back. But I object to your insistance that I'll never meet/have intercourse with any of them. I've already told one canidate that I think she's totally hot. The ball's in her court now.
Although, testament to our inexplicable clone hypothesis, I had the same ideas. I thought about a man crush of the week, crushing on my bar set, and/or throwing Nymphadora Tonks as a fictious crush of the week. (Or Rory Gilmore... -rwrr-.)
- Scott