My laptop died today. The bootup screen doesn't even come up. Its a black screen and an endless cycle of 15 second automatic restarts. This is complete bull because I had this exact problem a year ago. First the wireless stops working then the whole computer just dies a quick and brutal death.
I shipped my computer in last year after having this problem and they claimed to have fixed this. The hell they did! I called support to see if they'll fix it again, but they said that my laptop is no longer under warantee. But if I wanted to I could pay $399 to fix it. $399!
HP dv6000. Pretty much just stay away from HP all together. This is a well known / documented problem. It's all over the internet even on HP's own forum. Hardware issues, that HP refuses to declare a recall despite what looks to be a laptop pandemic.
For the price of repair, I could just get a new computer. This sucks. I'm never buying another HP, and neither should you.
Monday, November 09, 2009
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Feeling Old
Been feeling old lately.
You know you're old when you stop counting how old you are.
You know you're old when you go to Starlight casino, purposely walk slower past the security, and get disappointed when they don't check your ID.
You know you're old when you start asking yourself if that's too much meat on your plate.
You know your old when you're no longer in the first bracket:

You know you're old when you notice that all of your little cousins mouse scroll with their middle fingers, while you scroll with your old and inefficient clicking finger, as they all stare at you like you're using the internet for the first time.
You know you're old when 3 lbs of wings is too much for you, even if they're Italian Roasted Pepper wings.
You know you're old when maybe punk rock was wrong, maybe authority isn't all that bad?
You know you're old when the world that was once yours for the taking, all of a sudden is no longer for you. You're now a hurdle for someone else.
So hurdle away punks, hurdle away...
You know you're old when you stop counting how old you are.
You know you're old when you go to Starlight casino, purposely walk slower past the security, and get disappointed when they don't check your ID.
You know you're old when you start asking yourself if that's too much meat on your plate.
You know your old when you're no longer in the first bracket:
You know you're old when you notice that all of your little cousins mouse scroll with their middle fingers, while you scroll with your old and inefficient clicking finger, as they all stare at you like you're using the internet for the first time.
You know you're old when 3 lbs of wings is too much for you, even if they're Italian Roasted Pepper wings.
You know you're old when maybe punk rock was wrong, maybe authority isn't all that bad?
You know you're old when the world that was once yours for the taking, all of a sudden is no longer for you. You're now a hurdle for someone else.
So hurdle away punks, hurdle away...
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