Houston, we have a fucking problem,,,,,,,

The fight started like most others do. A misunderstanding about something I did.
“You broke the computer?”
“Well, I think I can fix it.”
“You fucking broke the computer?!”
“Now don’t go looking for a spork, I hid them.”
“How many times have I told you not to fuck with the computer?”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Yea, but you didn’t say it right.”
“Why am I always the one who’s wrong here?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.”
“Take a deep breath, put the butcher knife down, I said I think I can fix it!”

It’s true, I broke the computer. I was downloading some Nikon software and ended up with the dreaded BLUE SCREEN! (click image to imbiggen)

If you don’t know about the blue screen, it’s what Microsoft does to your computer when it gets tangled up in a knot. Can be a scary sight!
She eventually caught me, (the house is small) and I still have the strangulation bruises on my neck, but as you can tell, the computer is back up. The only way to get it back was to do a system restore from safe mode!
So basically, now I’m a hero.
If you ask her tho I bet you will get a completely different story.
Women,,,,

P.S. It was a tough week. We also lost two backup hard drives! And no,, I had nothing to do with that.

P.P.S. Again, ask her and she'll say I did.



Spork:

1. (N) A spoon/fork hybrid often used in plots of mass destruction and world domination.
2. (V) To us as a spork or to stab someone with a spork.
One day I shall rule the Earth with only the assistance of these six sporks I stole from Taco Bell!