After being just… flat out denied from being able to send THE ENTIRETY OF what has transpired… “blah blah” something about exceeding character count, but not so much in those words, as Wooters gonna Woot… And thinking, I was just trying to fit in (actually, More of… it’s woot, they put words everywhere. It won’t even sound or look like I’m crazy here. And it might help me unstress the F out, since, I try to go for the least amount of human contact possible for the safety of all. And that slightly off kilter humour that woot is known throughout the univers for. And you guys too, I suppose. I couldn’t help myself, cuz I my dear friends. I DO have issues. More than enough to fill at least one, if not more, lifetimes to which I’d say, Fine May I PLEASE go to my hell now? Anyway was sending… perhaps a BIT lengthy plea of how to proceed with portable ac that I recently purchased that I’d swear if I wasn’t ALREADY fast tracked to become Mayor of Crazytown, IS flipping me the finger out of spite. (in my minds eye, settle down, no hallucinations. I’m not THAT crazy. To which crazy response, “not yet, silly rabbit… not… YET”
Anyway, not feeling so well now. Kinda warm and Headachey. But if i can post this for posterity or some unassuming victim that want’s to be slightly entertained. I DID have the foresight of composing in DOCS and pasting into box (DO they build better mousetraps here, cuz do I have a better mouse that I built for them). And if one does read. All the usual side effects may occur, including but of course not limited to… being committed by the only people that can, the ones that LOVE you. Or the ones that… I CAN PUT THE DAMN JACKET ON MYSELF… you’d think they think I’m Houdini or something. Yeesh. Anyway, you have been warned. I do not owe you a cash settlement because you had no clue that "coffee hot. scald. burn. hot. coffee. Do I LOOK like a Ronald that would even THINK of McDonalding? Crazy is DEFINITELY in the lead today. Anyway, my cry for help:
The page was not displayed because the request entity is too large. (oh… that’s what It said, i thought that was lost to the void I call memory. (still doubting this measly box can contain… but… let’s try it again… (and more for the release of frustration so I don’t take it out on others. or myself. And if the headache wasn’t getting worse, I’d actually arrange it a little better but. Life Is just one giant friggin run on sentence of death.
When asked… WHAT THE WOOT IS YOUR PROBLEM, MAN? THE ONLY CORRECT ANSWER WOULD BE:
Packaged greatly (the first order of imac, not so much… but no wounds… and not this story) Everything appeared to be fine. Upon trial run when day was cooler than its lowest setting. Runs. Buttons do things. Cool, both literally and figuratively. Fast forward to warnings of “IF the heat doesn’t kill ya, the humidity might make you wish it had” that doomsayers from the AMS said in front of their green screens. I ordered a window unit from costco the day before the portable ones you just HAD to entice me with. Hearing the property management in the back of my head berating me for daring to have window unit… we SAID…NO WIRE COAT HANG… I mean NO. Just no. It raining air conditioners and ending sidewalk life. Just doesn’t have a nice ring to it. Nevermind that three other residents have them defiantly displayed. Before I got your portable, I figured… I have a closet that has a window in it (ino, right?) or a kitchen that… what DOES one do with a kitchen? In 54 years I still have no clue (INO, RIGHT?) So I was gonna rig window one indoors. Although I don’t look it… when I say i will make something work. I WILL make it WORK. But… happily we didn’t need to because we wooted the the wootgods and were answered. So, since my friend (not so much right now) was supposed to buy it. Did not. Help me configure. Did not. At least take it back to Costco. Did… not. So me hauling it back… on the bus… in the heat as to return before I would get nothing back AND have to do that in reverse. I DID ONE OF ALL THE THINGS. And was I proud. Until I got home. Still not hot because it’s still on other side of building. Fine. Let’s do this. And did… until an hour or so later. IT had other plans, and decided to flip me the bird, but not rudely as it powered itself to low… closed it’s louvers and called it a night. As did I. As I actually HAD “read through manual paperslip COMPLETELY before starting” since I’ve never been around, let alone owned for my own use, one of these new fangled coolerdownerthingies of the indoor pet variety. And thought, I know you have to drain something from time to time as I’d been warned about. Started it up again well in advance of the sun turning up to 11. And within five minute, it repeated the silient one finger salute. Wasn’t I supposed to have some code. E5 perhaps. sigh Fine. Disconnections were made and… really? how am i supposed to drain when it’s an inch off the ground? Knowing my best telekinetic suite had been lost at the cleaners. eyeroll whatever. I’ll fake it and it will be fine. Opened the one it said it should be (lower) nothing. NOT ONE DRIP. Maybe typo since this isn’t the one that has heat and instructionally speaking I should not concern, but… just in case. NOT ONE DROP. As my fears started to ebb into reality… Okay no code. No water. Maybe just a glitch. Unplug. reset. voodoo chant. Okay, we are running again. And for five wonderful minutes All was well in my universe. And one more… AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON… LATER. Unplug, wait, dig out magnifier to read… NOPE… there’s a resizable PDF somewhere. Hmmm… nothing that pertains to MY situation. And as I gently lowered myself into that… sigh I’m gonna have to deal with this… and I JUST took the other one back reality. (and do not repeat this… almost… cried. But realizing I was already dripping with sweat/dismay/lost hope, and did not have a mop handy, refrained. And after a nice cool refreshing night of slumber. (you know that’s a joke right, I couldn’t have slept had I been able to) I needed to remind myself contact woot! do not rma yet, but warn and find out what needs to transpire and you can cry afterward, ya big baby. It still could… NOPE. NOT GONNA. It’s ONLY going to lead to more pain… and ironically, possibly lead to a NON window AC being THROWN (allegedly) out the window, proving the point of not having window version entirely moot. And possibly proving me guilty of reckless endangerment. To which my side, the one with a sick sense of humour… has the audacity to remark. “Well, at least they have AC in lockup” I swear, if self-abuse wasn’t a red flag for those that shrink (and i’m in-between) and generally frowned upon, I’d punch that guy. So. Here. We. Are. I apologize for me being me through prose. If I wanted to justify wasting your time (from mine being wasted… joking aside, I AM sorry, wasn’t meant to be more of a pain than I’m already destined to be. This wasn’t out of malice. And if you wanna point fingers… they person(s) that writes your copy and your corporate Wootitude in general… They started it!!! Neener. Neener. (please help, I know I am past it. But think of the air conditioners. And I don’t know what I need to do. And how often do you get commentary like THIS? beaming and thinking RHETORICAL. Probably happens more than any might think. Truly scribbled, ~geo. And please, have a great day and be grateful YOU don’t have to live with… whatever this I am is. BUT look, a weekend! RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS for all!!! Yeah, I have to work too.
So that my fellow WOOTARATI, Is how we define crazy around here. In all it’s relatively unsanitized glory. Now go wash your hands. You have no idea where my thoughts might have been. You’re welcome.