Post by TimberWolf7.62 on Oct 20, 2009 13:15:30 GMT -5
Micro$oft pisses me off. In addition to my other rant about Mother Micro$oft, I have other “issues”. For one, starting with Windows 2000, Explorer no longer nicely opens up and displays the contents of your C:\ drive. No, now you have to click on “My Computer” and then “Local Disk (C:)”. What a brilliant idea – take a one-step process and turn it into a three-step process. Why don’t we do this with, say, cell phones? You get a call, so you hit the key with the phone icon, then hit “My Phone” and then “Answer”. Yeah, that would be a good f**king idea, huh? You’d have these assholes that can’t drive without a phone jammed into their f**king ear going all over the road – well, more so than usual – just trying to answer a call.
These dickweeds ruined Network Neighborhood the same way. No longer can you click on the icon and get a list of other computers. No, that was far too easy. Now you have to click on “My Network Places”, then “Entire Network”, then “Microsoft Windows Network” and then, just maybe, Windows will deign to show you what you wanted a while back.
And figure that not only did some dips**t half-wit think these extra mouse-clicks were a good idea, but it probably had to be validated and discussed and approved by a pack of other socially inept, never-had-a-date, got-beaten-up-in-school, Starbucks-drinking, goat-f**king, Trekie geeks! That’s a sad commentary on the caliber of people at Micro$oft.
And have you ever tried to do a find in Help? First it wants to build a list of words and asks you if you want to minimize the list of words, maximize the search capabilities, or customize it. Why the f**k isn’t this list already built?!?!? How much bigger than the minimized list of words could the maximized list possibly be? I mean, you’re pissing away 700 megabytes on the fat motherf**king hog operating system, and now you’re worried about a lousy goddamned meg or two? Give me a f**king break!
Then to top it off, even if you choose to maximize or minimize it, nothing happens until you click on “Finish”. The screen with “Finish” has NO OTHER f**kING OPTIONS! None. What the f**k ELSE am I going to do here? I can either make yet another useless, extraneous click or . . . what? Just leave this f**king screen up forever? Act like its my new wallpaper?
f**k YOU, MICRO$OFT! f**k YOU IN THE ASS! f**k YOU WITH NO KY JELLY!
I’m just glad I didn’t actually PAY for this f**king piece-of-s**t operating system.
Oh, yeah, and before I forget, drop that sugarly sweet, touchy-feely s**t like a syphilitic whore. “My Computer”, “My Documents”, “My Downloaded Porn”, “My Music”. Oh, isn’t that just tooooooo sweet! Of course it’s my f**king music, asswipe, it’s on my goddamned computer, who the f**k do you think it belongs to? What, does it have to be marked “My Music” to differentiate it from “Fred’s Music”, ‘cause he’s gonna store some s**t on my computer, too?
What is this, do the f**king Waltons work for Micro$oft now? Did they leave their farm in Virginia or West Virginia or wherever the f**k it was and move to the West Coast? Because if you ever watched The Waltons on TV – oh, don’t do it if you’ve been drinking, it’s like eating a Three Musketeers candy bar after an all-night tequila bender. Makes me want to blow my lunch all over the screen. They were so sweet to one another you want to just slap the s**t out of them. Yeah, all of those hillbillys are like that – that’s why there are all the jokes, like the definition of a West Virginia virgin is a 13-year-old girl that can outrun her brothers. Of course, with the Waltons, Sue Ellen (or Mary Ellen or whatever the f**k her name was) was a virgin because she could kick that faggot John-boy’s ass. He looked like he’d go for his little brothers, anyway, instead of his sisters.
Getting off track here . . . but the point is that, once again, Micros**t has f**ked things up. At least they are consistent.
These dickweeds ruined Network Neighborhood the same way. No longer can you click on the icon and get a list of other computers. No, that was far too easy. Now you have to click on “My Network Places”, then “Entire Network”, then “Microsoft Windows Network” and then, just maybe, Windows will deign to show you what you wanted a while back.
And figure that not only did some dips**t half-wit think these extra mouse-clicks were a good idea, but it probably had to be validated and discussed and approved by a pack of other socially inept, never-had-a-date, got-beaten-up-in-school, Starbucks-drinking, goat-f**king, Trekie geeks! That’s a sad commentary on the caliber of people at Micro$oft.
And have you ever tried to do a find in Help? First it wants to build a list of words and asks you if you want to minimize the list of words, maximize the search capabilities, or customize it. Why the f**k isn’t this list already built?!?!? How much bigger than the minimized list of words could the maximized list possibly be? I mean, you’re pissing away 700 megabytes on the fat motherf**king hog operating system, and now you’re worried about a lousy goddamned meg or two? Give me a f**king break!
Then to top it off, even if you choose to maximize or minimize it, nothing happens until you click on “Finish”. The screen with “Finish” has NO OTHER f**kING OPTIONS! None. What the f**k ELSE am I going to do here? I can either make yet another useless, extraneous click or . . . what? Just leave this f**king screen up forever? Act like its my new wallpaper?
f**k YOU, MICRO$OFT! f**k YOU IN THE ASS! f**k YOU WITH NO KY JELLY!
I’m just glad I didn’t actually PAY for this f**king piece-of-s**t operating system.
Oh, yeah, and before I forget, drop that sugarly sweet, touchy-feely s**t like a syphilitic whore. “My Computer”, “My Documents”, “My Downloaded Porn”, “My Music”. Oh, isn’t that just tooooooo sweet! Of course it’s my f**king music, asswipe, it’s on my goddamned computer, who the f**k do you think it belongs to? What, does it have to be marked “My Music” to differentiate it from “Fred’s Music”, ‘cause he’s gonna store some s**t on my computer, too?
What is this, do the f**king Waltons work for Micro$oft now? Did they leave their farm in Virginia or West Virginia or wherever the f**k it was and move to the West Coast? Because if you ever watched The Waltons on TV – oh, don’t do it if you’ve been drinking, it’s like eating a Three Musketeers candy bar after an all-night tequila bender. Makes me want to blow my lunch all over the screen. They were so sweet to one another you want to just slap the s**t out of them. Yeah, all of those hillbillys are like that – that’s why there are all the jokes, like the definition of a West Virginia virgin is a 13-year-old girl that can outrun her brothers. Of course, with the Waltons, Sue Ellen (or Mary Ellen or whatever the f**k her name was) was a virgin because she could kick that faggot John-boy’s ass. He looked like he’d go for his little brothers, anyway, instead of his sisters.
Getting off track here . . . but the point is that, once again, Micros**t has f**ked things up. At least they are consistent.
