goddamn the Office Equipment man! -- or, How I Fraked Up My Printer in One Easy Step
It's like this: for the last couple days, I've been trying to scan an early draft of Mind-Warp into MS-Word on my all-in-one.
No luck.
Eventually, it dawned on me that I didn't have any OCR software on the machine, so I called Office Equipment, to speak with a sales-person. As soon as she heard, "Problem with my printer," she transferred me to the shop. The guy there suggested uninstalling & re-installing the software.
I did. The results? "%1 is not a valid Win32 application." After supper -- left over tuna helper -- I had Trish read the number of HP support, which turned out to be a real disaster: some German woman insisted that I had to upgrade for "only $139". I said, "Screw this shit" (though not in those precise words) -- but she did make me very, very angry, so I started to scream back.
At last, I forced her to admit that, yes, I could purchase replacement software for $20, & I finally got off the phone when she said that it'd require a credit or debit card. I told her that I could possibly put it on Karen's card, then hung up.
I'll be consulting with both the guys at Office Equipment -- the bad advice they gave me is the whole reason why the printer got fraked up in the first place -- or Stellar, mostly 'cause Vinnie will do the repair for cheap or free, if he likes the music -- homemade Thunder Towers, old Rectilinears with all the drivers swapped out.
So once Trish finished her dishes, we started to watch a porno-vid, preparatory to a K. Fantasy on Viagra.
This time it only took an hour, a slime-off followed by a bigger slime-off. I hope, once I run out of these, the doctor can try me on Cialis or Levitra. There must be something I can take to overcome the Orgasm-Death.
I also need to contact the nurses in Electric City about getting off of Seroquel. It's making me fat(ter). There have to be sleeping pills which don't cause weight gain, & being on 3 antipsychotics is like, over kill.
No luck.
Eventually, it dawned on me that I didn't have any OCR software on the machine, so I called Office Equipment, to speak with a sales-person. As soon as she heard, "Problem with my printer," she transferred me to the shop. The guy there suggested uninstalling & re-installing the software.
I did. The results? "%1 is not a valid Win32 application." After supper -- left over tuna helper -- I had Trish read the number of HP support, which turned out to be a real disaster: some German woman insisted that I had to upgrade for "only $139". I said, "Screw this shit" (though not in those precise words) -- but she did make me very, very angry, so I started to scream back.
At last, I forced her to admit that, yes, I could purchase replacement software for $20, & I finally got off the phone when she said that it'd require a credit or debit card. I told her that I could possibly put it on Karen's card, then hung up.
I'll be consulting with both the guys at Office Equipment -- the bad advice they gave me is the whole reason why the printer got fraked up in the first place -- or Stellar, mostly 'cause Vinnie will do the repair for cheap or free, if he likes the music -- homemade Thunder Towers, old Rectilinears with all the drivers swapped out.
So once Trish finished her dishes, we started to watch a porno-vid, preparatory to a K. Fantasy on Viagra.
This time it only took an hour, a slime-off followed by a bigger slime-off. I hope, once I run out of these, the doctor can try me on Cialis or Levitra. There must be something I can take to overcome the Orgasm-Death.
I also need to contact the nurses in Electric City about getting off of Seroquel. It's making me fat(ter). There have to be sleeping pills which don't cause weight gain, & being on 3 antipsychotics is like, over kill.
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