About fifteen days ago I placed an order at Lenovo.com (UK store) for nice little IdeaPad S10-3T netbook. Or, at least I thought I did. The ordering process failed multiple times, but hey – I want that netbook! On about the 5th go or so, success! They accepted the order and I waited.
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TrackbackAlright, here’s my review of Windows 7.
Fast boot is good. Systray not saving icon information is shit. Fast shut-down is good. Still no way to fully relocate user profile is shit. Taskbar is good. Taskbar is shit. Swishy effects is good. MSI Media Live fucking up and repeatedly resetting its graphics adapter is shit. Fast in general is good. File associations not saving is shit. ClickOnce apps not working is shit. VERY SHIT. Stop using ClickOnce, you dopey fucks. Users don’t like it, and I can’t even use it now.
Review complete.
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What the hell – have another little faux guide thing. This one is for those particularly thick people out there. I know you’re out there, lurking, with your defective brain.
Today we’ll be tackling the misuse of words. That is, when someone uses a word they’ve heard of, but don’t actually know its true meaning. They’ll use them to try and appear more intelligent than they are. It doesn’t work.
Comments rss TrackbackAs it seems I’m not posting here much, I’m using that Twitter bilge (pretend I’m being ironic or something) to do quick updates and such. I despise it, yet I use it. What a hypocrite I am. Link is here.
Right, that’s it. If you’re above a certain age and you still don’t know how to use apostrophes, then you’re thick. I’ve just been through the hell of reading through a major apostrophe catastrophe, so now I’m going to explain exactly when to use these damn symbols. If you still get it wrong after reading this, then you should really think about dropping the written form as a method of communication.
Comments rss TrackbackImagine the scene: I’m in a hall way. Nothing is happening other than me walking through a door.
Moments before I close the door behind me, someone comes up to me and, without a hint of any context, blurts out: “You know the circle with the four corners?”. Then silence. No information on which plane of reality this imaginary circle inhabits. It could be a fucking dream for all I know.
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