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Frampton Comes Alive!
Feb. 4th, 2009 07:44 pmSo my piece of shit computer tells me this for the 3rd time in 2 years:
And once I've kicked it into compliance, I discover it has been wiped clean of all ten million plus pictures of myself and my extremely extensive fagrock collection. So I go buy a new Pavillion based soley on the Tim Burtony handwriting all over the box because their is no man in my life to guide me on such things, and take it home.
It's lovely. Except for one thing. The speakers (that I've always had, and that are not cheap-ass, Yahoo Answers) now very, very faintly pick up and broadcast the local classic rock station into my bedroom. Are you kidding me? I need to hear Peter Frampton going "wah wah waaahhh waaaahhhh" into his talkbox at 3:00 in the morning like I need a goddamn hole in my head.
I cannot win.
And once I've kicked it into compliance, I discover it has been wiped clean of all ten million plus pictures of myself and my extremely extensive fagrock collection. So I go buy a new Pavillion based soley on the Tim Burtony handwriting all over the box because their is no man in my life to guide me on such things, and take it home.
It's lovely. Except for one thing. The speakers (that I've always had, and that are not cheap-ass, Yahoo Answers) now very, very faintly pick up and broadcast the local classic rock station into my bedroom. Are you kidding me? I need to hear Peter Frampton going "wah wah waaahhh waaaahhhh" into his talkbox at 3:00 in the morning like I need a goddamn hole in my head.
I cannot win.
