Haaaaate.
It took me thirty minutes on the phone, being transferred five times (no exaggeration, five times), to find out that HP so helpfully sent us exactly one half of a power cord for our scanner. Now, forgive me, but nobody said anything about the power brick (which they call "an adapter") being sold separately from the cord that plugs into the wall. Then again, I got the advice on the cord from the online tech support, which was free--as opposed to the upfront charge of $39.99 to even talk with tech support (whether they help you or not) on the phone--so maybe I got what I paid for. NOTHING.
I know our phones here are somewhat bad. People are constantly asking me to repeat things or speak up. They are definitely too soft. If I try to talk in my not-shouty phone voice, no one can hear me. But the people at HP were obviously all Colombian or something, since they all spoke heavily-accented English and three of five couldn't understand when I said "Zero" when reading out order and part numbers. Want that half hour of my life back, man.
I will cheer myself up with this even more ridiculous trailer for Priest. I thought this movie couldn't look any worse. I am not ashamed to admit I was wrong. This does not make me want to see this movie less. In fact, I may be more pissed off that it got bumped back from March to May. I still love you, Vampire Karl Urban. I love you in everything, including that time you had a braided mullet in Chronicles of Riddick and were a different sort of undead.
There is also this picture of Captain America getting a tan. This is relevant to my interests in that it amuses me that what I thought was a faux-Norman Rockwell beefcake picture is actually an authentic Normal Rockwell Captain America beefcake picture. Thanks for that, io9! (For more cheesecake shots of superheroes in their even skimpier bathing suits, the io9 post is here.)
I know our phones here are somewhat bad. People are constantly asking me to repeat things or speak up. They are definitely too soft. If I try to talk in my not-shouty phone voice, no one can hear me. But the people at HP were obviously all Colombian or something, since they all spoke heavily-accented English and three of five couldn't understand when I said "Zero" when reading out order and part numbers. Want that half hour of my life back, man.
I will cheer myself up with this even more ridiculous trailer for Priest. I thought this movie couldn't look any worse. I am not ashamed to admit I was wrong. This does not make me want to see this movie less. In fact, I may be more pissed off that it got bumped back from March to May. I still love you, Vampire Karl Urban. I love you in everything, including that time you had a braided mullet in Chronicles of Riddick and were a different sort of undead.
There is also this picture of Captain America getting a tan. This is relevant to my interests in that it amuses me that what I thought was a faux-Norman Rockwell beefcake picture is actually an authentic Normal Rockwell Captain America beefcake picture. Thanks for that, io9! (For more cheesecake shots of superheroes in their even skimpier bathing suits, the io9 post is here.)
