I't amazes me...

that my parents never fail to fuck up every single piece of computer equiptment we have. i really don't even know how it's possible. it's like those Jim Butcher novels, with the wizard detective who shorts out electronics with his aura because of his magic, except way less cool.

this time they've somehow managed to royally screw up the printer. the heads, the cartridges, something to the point where it stopped detecting the ink cartridge and now wont align properly. though, now that i think about it, i wouldnt be entirely surprised if it has something to do with the fact that my mother spilled a 16oz glass of water on the damn thing and instead of lifting it off the table and out of the puddle of water she spent ten minutes blaming my father.

edit: yeah, 90s i had the thing aligned and working properly again after they've been screaming at it for two days.