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Imagine the scene Son sitting at Computer working on his site whilst his mother is a few feet away ironing some clothes. Now this Son isn't just doing his website, he is currently working on his homework and writing a post for Gameaday. Now this Son makes a few mistakes in his life but the major one involves saving, he never saves, he has just wrote a huge 3 page essay for English, he has spent ages sorting out the new page in his website and that Gameaday post is coming up to 2 pages and he hasn’t saved. So as the boy finally gets to the second page of his Gameaday attempt something happens…
The mouse doesn't work (thought it was about to crash didn't you). Now the boy is pressed for time, he has promised his website followers the new update will be done today and the homework's deadline is looming! So the mouse that isn't moving properly is causing supreme frustration as you can imagine for this over worked and stressed out student. The boy losing his patience starts hitting the mouse along the mat quiet hard to get it to move more freely.
"What are you doing?" asks the mother looking up from her ironing and wondering why her son is being violent with her piece of technology.
"The sodding mouse doesn't work!!" yells an extremely angry boy.
"Stop doing that to my mouse." She asks.
The boy does as he is told and regains his patience, only to lose it shortly after and this time he yanks the wire of the mouse, and bashes it on the ground.
"Right that’s it!" says the mother who is now losing patience with the boy who is hell bent on destroying the mouse that is denying him from doing any work. The mother approaches the plug and flicks the switch. Now as you already know a 3 page essay, a 2 page Gameaday attempt (size ten font) and a difficult website page was left unsaved, and now it has gone. You can just imagine the boy's anger, he is furious, he had been working all morning on that and his mum had just deleted it all in a flick of a switch, and now the boy is even further behind than he was before and ALL BECAUSE THE MOUSE WOULDN'T MOVE PROPERLY!
The Boy's anger is soon vented on a verbal attack on his mother, "Why the hell did you do that you stupid B!tch!". The boy regrets this as soon as he said it but it is too late. His mother furious at her sons outcry storms upstairs yelling, "How would you like me to treat your stuff the way you treat mine!" Smashing the door to his bedroom open she grabs the console's beneath his TV. Now the mother pulls and pulls but the attached plugs and the tangled wires halts her from grabbing all the boys games systems. So she pulls the back wires out of the Dreamcast, the Dreamcast is now loose in the mother’s hands, all wires disconnected... she storms across the landing to the top of the stairs, the boy looks up to see his mother hurl the Dreamcast down the stairs!!!
CRASH!
On the hall floor, in front of the boy lies a small white games console, the lid smashed off and cracked, found a few feet away from the console itself. The Boy looks down at his feet to see his Dreamcast lie there, a console he had bought to help with the wait of the Gamecube. The boys mother, not apologetic for the destruction of the console comes down the stairs and looks at her son who has just moved his eyes from his broken console to meet his mums.
"Now what do you say to that" she asks bitterly
"Erm... at least it wasn't my N64." he replied.
The name of the Son was Christopher David Dring better known to you guys as Dringo. So as you hark on about the death of the Dreamcast, for me this is literally true. My Dreamcast games and accessories are being sold as I type, with Resident Evil: Code Veronica and Jet Set Radio being kept for sentimental reasons and my room now looks a little bearer without it being there, the games locked away and my N64 left alone. So as you got to sleep tonight, spare a thought for me, a boy who has to wait for the Gamecube to experience a next generation system (I could always play on my brothers Playstation 2 but I’ve decided I’ll stick with waiting) and someone who loved SEGA’s last ever console to bits.
Dringo.
The mouse doesn't work (thought it was about to crash didn't you). Now the boy is pressed for time, he has promised his website followers the new update will be done today and the homework's deadline is looming! So the mouse that isn't moving properly is causing supreme frustration as you can imagine for this over worked and stressed out student. The boy losing his patience starts hitting the mouse along the mat quiet hard to get it to move more freely.
"What are you doing?" asks the mother looking up from her ironing and wondering why her son is being violent with her piece of technology.
"The sodding mouse doesn't work!!" yells an extremely angry boy.
"Stop doing that to my mouse." She asks.
The boy does as he is told and regains his patience, only to lose it shortly after and this time he yanks the wire of the mouse, and bashes it on the ground.
"Right that’s it!" says the mother who is now losing patience with the boy who is hell bent on destroying the mouse that is denying him from doing any work. The mother approaches the plug and flicks the switch. Now as you already know a 3 page essay, a 2 page Gameaday attempt (size ten font) and a difficult website page was left unsaved, and now it has gone. You can just imagine the boy's anger, he is furious, he had been working all morning on that and his mum had just deleted it all in a flick of a switch, and now the boy is even further behind than he was before and ALL BECAUSE THE MOUSE WOULDN'T MOVE PROPERLY!
The Boy's anger is soon vented on a verbal attack on his mother, "Why the hell did you do that you stupid B!tch!". The boy regrets this as soon as he said it but it is too late. His mother furious at her sons outcry storms upstairs yelling, "How would you like me to treat your stuff the way you treat mine!" Smashing the door to his bedroom open she grabs the console's beneath his TV. Now the mother pulls and pulls but the attached plugs and the tangled wires halts her from grabbing all the boys games systems. So she pulls the back wires out of the Dreamcast, the Dreamcast is now loose in the mother’s hands, all wires disconnected... she storms across the landing to the top of the stairs, the boy looks up to see his mother hurl the Dreamcast down the stairs!!!
CRASH!
On the hall floor, in front of the boy lies a small white games console, the lid smashed off and cracked, found a few feet away from the console itself. The Boy looks down at his feet to see his Dreamcast lie there, a console he had bought to help with the wait of the Gamecube. The boys mother, not apologetic for the destruction of the console comes down the stairs and looks at her son who has just moved his eyes from his broken console to meet his mums.
"Now what do you say to that" she asks bitterly
"Erm... at least it wasn't my N64." he replied.
The name of the Son was Christopher David Dring better known to you guys as Dringo. So as you hark on about the death of the Dreamcast, for me this is literally true. My Dreamcast games and accessories are being sold as I type, with Resident Evil: Code Veronica and Jet Set Radio being kept for sentimental reasons and my room now looks a little bearer without it being there, the games locked away and my N64 left alone. So as you got to sleep tonight, spare a thought for me, a boy who has to wait for the Gamecube to experience a next generation system (I could always play on my brothers Playstation 2 but I’ve decided I’ll stick with waiting) and someone who loved SEGA’s last ever console to bits.
Dringo.
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did you not hear the guy?
he said that it wouldnt move the cursor for him when he was about to save at least (according to what it would be to me) about a weeks worth of work!
he said that it wouldnt move the cursor for him when he was about to save at least (according to what it would be to me) about a weeks worth of work!
unknown kernel wrote:
> That really is plain evil. What had the mouse done to you?
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Ha ha, good one
> That really is plain evil. What had the mouse done to you?
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Ha ha, good one
That really is plain evil. What had the mouse done to you?
hahaha
yeah,
but dont ask her that,
you dont want to see your bed flying through the window do you?
hahaha
yeah,
but dont ask her that,
you dont want to see your bed flying through the window do you?
hahaha
Um, Dringo, no offence... but, um, is your mother alright in the head? She sounds very violent...
oh the crash must have been sweet!
i thought that was pretty funny actually
good post.
i know youre gonna have a go at me saying
"how would you like it if someone threw your console and broke it"
but its just the thought of what you said that made it funny
i feel for you dringo,
i got a good idea,
actually, i dont at this specific moment in time but i think you should just break something of your mums for doing that
hehehe that'll serve her right
i thought that was pretty funny actually
good post.
i know youre gonna have a go at me saying
"how would you like it if someone threw your console and broke it"
but its just the thought of what you said that made it funny
i feel for you dringo,
i got a good idea,
actually, i dont at this specific moment in time but i think you should just break something of your mums for doing that
hehehe that'll serve her right
Sometimes the safest way of making sure Word saves a document when Windows freezes/crashes is to turn off the computer before Microsoft's products attempt any of their spectacularly bad self-righting mechanisms.
That way you get the majority of your document from the last autosave.
But you think that your loss was annoying...
My dad was paying me to redesign some Medical form-y things for him. the money was good. I decided to redesign the forms in word using a mixture of text boxes and tables. Everything was going smoothly. It took me just over 4 hours... I was on the verge of finishing when I got lazy. I decided to use a table instead of a series of minute text boxes. How should I know that if you click from a text box into a table word crashes?!!! I lost the whole bloody thing and then went and did exactly the same thing, having thought that it had just been a random crash.
I hate Microsoft at times. Grolsch don't let you drink it till it's ready, but by the time anything Microsoft make is ready to use they've bought out the latest bug-ridden piece of software.
That way you get the majority of your document from the last autosave.
But you think that your loss was annoying...
My dad was paying me to redesign some Medical form-y things for him. the money was good. I decided to redesign the forms in word using a mixture of text boxes and tables. Everything was going smoothly. It took me just over 4 hours... I was on the verge of finishing when I got lazy. I decided to use a table instead of a series of minute text boxes. How should I know that if you click from a text box into a table word crashes?!!! I lost the whole bloody thing and then went and did exactly the same thing, having thought that it had just been a random crash.
I hate Microsoft at times. Grolsch don't let you drink it till it's ready, but by the time anything Microsoft make is ready to use they've bought out the latest bug-ridden piece of software.
It rescued a bit of my homework... my mother is psychotic in the past she threw my N64 across the floor not damaging it. She has also thrown my old classic Gameboy from her bedroom window hitting the concreate below. The screen fell off, the batterly light smashed and there were a few scrapes but other wise it was fine (a bit of glue sorted out the screen).
When i was a VERY sad Warhammer fanatic she smashed them up too... I really should get a lock for my room.
When i was a VERY sad Warhammer fanatic she smashed them up too... I really should get a lock for my room.
You know you can divorce your parent(s) if you want to.
Hmm your mother has it all wrong here, a mouse and a flood of work for an entire console!
Well like you say, at least it wasn't your beloved N64.
Unlucky but you've got to laugh, havn't you? ;0)
Ironic seeing as we have a Dreamcast that is never played ever and has hardly ever been, shame.
Looks like we won't be seeing you much tommorow as you'll be cathing up on work again no doubt.
So I'll spare a thought tonight, I'll probably laugh picturing the image of a Dreamcast taking flying lessons down your stairs but still it's the thought that counts right?
Heh, seriously though unlucky there chap.
Well like you say, at least it wasn't your beloved N64.
Unlucky but you've got to laugh, havn't you? ;0)
Ironic seeing as we have a Dreamcast that is never played ever and has hardly ever been, shame.
Looks like we won't be seeing you much tommorow as you'll be cathing up on work again no doubt.
So I'll spare a thought tonight, I'll probably laugh picturing the image of a Dreamcast taking flying lessons down your stairs but still it's the thought that counts right?
Heh, seriously though unlucky there chap.
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