All I asked for was that the compy would stay alive until the 16th of November. Hell, I would have been ok if it wanted to die on the 15th. But no... It wanted to die NOW. Right as I'm about ready to sit down and actually write my "personal quilt" paper. I was going to actually do homework, and it decides that it wants to revert back to the 17th century - asking me "electricity, what is this thing you speak of? Do I need it? Why yes I do." That or it is a scene from Eddie Izzard (just not with a printer): 
‘Cannot access printer’? It’s here. I can access  printer! Why the fuck can’t you access printer? I plugged you in! “Ctrl+P” print! “Ctrl+P” print! “Ctrl+P” print! “Ctrl+P” print!” And it’s as if the computer is going,

“I’m  not sure what you’re trying to do.”

“I’m trying to print! “Ctrl+P” print!”

“Ah, but there’s something you haven’t done…”

“What? Tell me what it is, I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I’ve got it here…”

“No, I can’t tell you.”

“Fuckin’ tell me! Just- “Ctrl+P” print! It’s five in the morning! It’s only a paragraph! I just want to get this fucker printed out! I used the fax-modem earlier, and that fucked it up, didn’t it? I can’t fucking access the bloody thing, it’s not being used by something else. I’m using the printer port… fucking… “Ctrl+P” print! “Ctrl+P” print! “Ctrl+P” print! Print “Ctrl+P”! Print “Ctrl+P”! “Ctrl+P” print! ‘A problem of type 2094 has occurred.’ What the fuck is that? What are the 2,093 other problems I just made to get to that one? “Ctrl+P” print! “Ctrl+P” print! “Ctrl+P” print! (gibberish) Oh, don’t do that… Don’t you crash on me, you… bastard! Go- I’m so tired! 


Yeah, just with the freaking power cord. A very mean joke mr. computer.