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irritatedTopic: Bitchy rants
Somebody at Emerson will pay.
The hubby and I went to Wal*Mart a couple weeks back to buy a completely overpriced and unnecessary piece of equipment - a VHS/DVD recorder, mainly to dub some tapes to disc. We had to return it because it was fuctup and ate a tape, and got a new one. We have bought 2 stacks of blank DVDs to feed the thing. And how many DVDs have we burned so far?
The first stack of DVDs wouldn't work because they are DVD+R, and it doesn't specify anywhere on the box that the little '+' means 'does not work on this machine.' I can live with that - they should still work fine on the laptop.
After reading the instructions (which were obviously written in some other language and then translated to 'English' by crack monkeys) I learned that we needed DVD-R. Note the dash, not plus in there. So I grabbed a stack of non-plus bearing dash-R DVD type discs. And how many of them are now bearing dubbed VHS goodness? You know the answer. Apparently the fucking machine just plain doesn't like the brand of discs I got, or it didn't feel like working yesterday, or maybe - just maybe - I'm being fucked with again.
I so don't want to have to deal with some bitch tech motherfucker on the phone. I know he won't speak English with any clarity and I just can't tolerate Geek Speak, especially when I'm in a pissy mood. I had the urge to just beat the shit out of the machine. I hate it when inanimate objects defy me. But no - it would be the height of counterproductive to destroy the damn thing, unless I were to use it to beat some asshole at Emerson senseless for making it behave this way in the first place.
