Every once in a while, the printer connected to my dad's computer (the only printer we have in the house, it should be noted) will decide that for whatever reason, it has to go completely unresponsive. Hitting the power button doesn't work, poking it from the computer doesn't work, sending a print job to it doesn't work.
And of course, this only happens when you're actually printing something *important*, like your *homework* that you're going to take to *school* and *work* on.
After much experimentation, angriness and bad words, I have finally figured out that all you have to do is unplug the power brick, plug it back in and wait about ten seconds, but knowing how to fix the printer does nothing to alleviate the deep, deep wounds of frustration, nor does it do anything to quell the fountains of anger.
$%*&@#&^ing printer.
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"Come Thou Fount"
come thou fount of
all my anger
cause my vein to
burst and spray
all my blood
upon my PC
and the floor just
mopped today
That stupid stress ball
it does nothing
nor that yoga ball from Sears
Take these magnets
and these crystals
you can cram them
in your ears.
Wiping profuse tears as I type, I commend this work of tongue-in-cheek and blood-on-floor debauchery. It's brilliant debauchery.
I had a similar bout with my fax machine today.
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