Whats with people, man?

Alright. I've seen it all, now. I was just surfing around the net, looking for any other information about a specific windows error code, when I came across this site. Basically, it's this guy asking about a KMODE exception error in Windows 2000, which is generally hardware related. Now, this is a forum of computer experts, something this man claims time and time again that he is not. So what does he do when people advise him? He bitches about it. Thats right, folks, he complains about recieving help from the experts. Not only that, but he second guesses them on multiple occasions! Now, granted, the guy is under the incorrect assumption that logic and computer repair go hand in hand, which is generally not the case, but still... he's questioning the experts, and in a snide manner, I might add. So, anyway, it gets to where he questions the logic of a stick of RAM being bad, claiming over and over that the computer is too new to have something go bad. Yeah, cause you're the fuckin' expert here, butt-rake, so you should know. Well, some other cats hit the forum, and recommend some real long-shot solutions that probably won't work, no shank on these guys, the old fart just doesn't want to hear that it's a bad stick of RAM. Anywho, there's one cat who hammers him to try and replace the RAM. So the old cat writes a final scathing note, something to the effect of "I'm a giant, human turd." No, actually, it's like "Well, I took it back to the salesmen, and told him the RAM was bad, and he laughed at me because the computer was so new." It's people like these that can eat shit and die... right after they bite my wrinkly balls! Now, you may ask, what sort of people are you condemning to this horrific testicular taste-test? The old, crusty butt-whore, or the ignorant salseman? Both, says I, they can each have a turn. Hell, I'll even grease my nuts up for 'em. Shitheads.

And now for something completely differnt.
If you haven't heard Raul Midon, you must go there now, and watch his Kennedy Center performance. NOW, I SAY! Wait, wait, first, you'll need Real Player (this is a free, clean version). He's amazingly talented, and I liken him to the Stevie Wonder of guitar (see my earlier blogs for my comments on the esteemed Mr. Wonder). He's too damn talented for my puny musical mind to take. I wish I could go see him without supporting that awful Jason Mraz, but unfortunately, thats not the case right now. Sometime soon, then. Anyway, this guy kicks a lot of ass. Check him out, bitches.

I wish I could type more, but this is my third time retyping this blog, due to the inane stupidities of MSIE, and I've just had enough. The important parts are covered, I think... Raul Midon, old crusty ass-knocker, my wrinkly balls... yup, thats everything.

Signing out from the Hallagan household. Rock rock on.