Day Four of America Held Hostage: My computer still doesn't work. Someone (like Rob) should really do something about that. Sure, you're deathly ill, but what's the point of BEING alive, man, if the PURPOSE of your life (serving my every whim) is thwarted?
Clearly I'm being punished by God for misusing my computer, wanking around on the Internet too much instead of writing.
O spirits are these the things that must be or the thing be or the things that MAY come to pass?
Yeah, I need a new motherboard, I'm shipping it off to Gateway's only apparent repair facility, in Texas, for Ishtar's sake. So I expect it will be a couple of weeks.
Yeek. Was it more than just a problem with the power source, or some other piece that can be replaced relatively easily?
Not that I know what I'm talking about. I just throw buzzwords around. Hey, make sure to leverage your core competencies for a seamlessly synergistic non-working-laptop customer experience.
He has since done his duty. Not that he was able to fix it but he saved my hard drive and served with honor.
Yeah, Rob, what's the deal? Sheesh!