I’m not from Tech Support.

No, I’m really not. I don’t work for Adobe/Macromedia, BradyGames, Comcast, Cafepress, DirecTV, Dreamhost, EBGamestop, Gamefaqs, Gateway, Google, HP, Microsoft, Myspace, Prima, Qwest, Sony, Toshiba or any other company that makes things that you might be having trouble with.

I am not the HelpDesk. The HelpDesk is not here. The HelpDesk never was here. I don’t even have a fucking desk, okay? See? NO DESK HERE. My monitor is currently sitting on top of my tower, and my keyboard is on the floor. Sorta. It’s more like…on this funny angle at the side of this big comfy chair, but it’s partly on the floor. NO DESK. Ergo, no HELPDESK. The HelpDesk is on the other side of the planet somewhere, where they do not speak American anywhere near as fluently as I do.

I suppose that’s why people keep coming to me. That, and I keep letting people get away with ‘hey, thanks,’ and ‘I owe you.’ The great, worthless and intangible gratitude.
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ATTENTION NEIGHBORS

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I went out to get the mail a few minutes ago, and I noticed a slip of paper stuck to my door. It was little and notepad sized, so I wondered if maybe one of my neighbours was upset with me.

Then I saw what it said.

Then, I got my camera.
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BULLY! OMG! BULLY! IT HURTS OUR KIDS!

I’ve had it with all you fucking morons who haven’t even played the game saying that the game is all about bullying other students and teachers and stuff. I’d be even more sick of you if you were trotting out the whole boy-kissing-boy = obscenity, but that would be more of a ‘you should just fucking die now’ sick than a ‘why are you speaking, and why do so many people hear you‘ type sick.

Just go play the fuckin’ game, will you? Shut up about it until you’ve figured out that much.

And don’t you come back screaming about your Constitutional right to yowl like an uninformed ‘tard about anything you damned well please, because I just don’t care.