Fark, Bother, Damn, Shite!
Heres my little rant for the day, and Im also looking for some advice.
On Wednesday after a particularly long and painful day I got home hoping for Ms Sniper to have a beer and dinner ready for me. Also, now that she is studying massage (get away you vultures) I was hoping for some practise on me to relax my muscles and maybe.......
Anywhoo, the first words I hear through the door are "Don't stand on the f&*%en laptop. Ok I think, reasonable request, but why is the laptop on the floor and not on the desk where it should reside? "What happened dear?" I ask out of pure curiousity. "Well I had a little accident" says she. Ok, so a little accident can't be so bad, what happened? "Well I had the laptop on the coffee table, and I don't know how (WTF???) but I managed to spill a whole glass of Lift onto it". Oh fuck thinks me, this is bad.
Anyway, that bastard is rooted, I managed to get the hard drive out and verify that it wasn't damaged, but there is no way myself or Ms Sniper can get the laptop to turn on yet. Is there any special trick or is this a job for Mr, Insurance?
To every man upon this earth
Death cometh sooner or late
And how can a man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his Gods
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