The difference between fixing, and fux0ring.
This is what happens...
When a cd player decides to be a dick about giving me back my cds.
I tried to hit it in that 'special' spot to get it to open.
I got my cds out of it, at the cost of my hand getting hurt after one of the spiked balls of the flail came back and hit me. My entire arm is shaking like it is about to go into shock. I need 50cc of fresh cut grass, STAT!
Then I saw the printer, the one that stopped working long ago that I can't seem to figure out and fix. Time I got my point across to it.
The bitch fux0r3d my sw0rd up! < Anger >
Such frustration and anger, I let loose a war cry. I am having to learn to type and use the mouse again with my right hand. Masking tape bandages rule. I had to wear headphones because it is so loud in here when hitting things...the screams of technology as I bash mercilessly at on it. >=)
I grab the meat cleaver!
That alarm clock you bought because your last one broke..you know, the one that didn't work right out of the box that you meant to take back? Oh, but you lost the receipt, how sad. =( ...for it.
That mouse, the one where the retainer for the ball kept coming off? Here is what happens when you get me killng on battlefield 1942...
That keyboard...you know, the one that INSIST on being a ps2 connection instead of USB? It had to be a jerk and throw it's keys around, making a mess. That bastard.
It got fux0r3d!
Then I realized the cd player had it easy. FINISH HIM!
As I stood looking at the carnage, I realized I hated the modified art desk I once used as a compter desk. As I hit it, it made a loud noise with the horrid accoustics of the room, so I had to find my ear plugs from the army. =)
OOPS! I hit the fluorescent light above me!
"OH NOES!" I said, as it threw a white powdery dust and glass fragments all over me and in the air.
With an injured hand and being blind for the most part, I manage to message someone on aim who is smart and probably knew what it was becasue I couldn't exactly wiki at the moment. After being told it had mercury in it, I got a breath mask. I found this hatchet thing too!
DIE TABLE DIE! Upon killing the table, I look around the dark room. Dust in the air, all over the ground, plywood everywhere, bits of plastic, metal, wood, and glass lie everywhere.
Breaking stuff gets the Destiny Sansbury's Seal of Approval!
The rest of my technology, take note and be warned.
//Nothing follows