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Computer Day.
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HelpDesk log




HelpDesk: What kind of computer do you have?
Female customer: A white one ...

Customer: Hi, this is Celine. I can't get my diskette out.
HelpDesk: Have you tried pushing the button?
Customer: Yes, sure, it's really stuck.
HelpDesk: That doesn't sound good; I'll make a note ...
Customer: No ... wait a minute ... I hadn't inserted it yet ... it's still on my desk ... sorry ...

HelpDesk: Click on the 'my computer' icon on to the left of the screen.
Customer: Your left or my left?

HelpDesk: Good day. How may I help you?
Male customer: Hello ... I can't print.
HelpDesk: Would you click on start for me and ...
Customer: Listen pal; don't start getting technical on me! I'm not Bill Gates, damn it!

Hi, good afternoon, this is Martha, I can't print. Every time I try it says 'Can't find printer'. I've even lifted the printer and placed it in front of the monitor, but the computer still says he can't find it ...

Customer: I have problems printing in red ...
HelpDesk: Do you have a color printer?
Customer: Aaaah ... thank you.

HelpDesk: What's on your monitor now ma'am?
Customer: A teddy bear my boyfriend bought for me in the supermarket.

HelpDesk: And now hit F8.
Customer: It's not working.
HelpDesk: What did you do, exactly?
Customer: I hit the F-key 8 times as you told me, but nothing's happening ...

Customer: My keyboard isn't working any more.
HelpDesk: Are you sure it's plugged into the computer?
Customer: No. I can't get behind the computer.
HelpDesk: Pick up your keyboard and walk 10 paces back.
Customer: OK.
HelpDesk: Did the keyboard come with you?
Customer: Yes.
HelpDesk: That means the keyboard is not plugged in. Is there another keyboard?
Customer: Yes, there's another one here. Ah ... that one does work!

HelpDesk: Your password is the small letter "a" as in apple, a capital letter "V" as in Victor, the number 7 ...
Customer: Is that 7 in capital letters?

A customer couldn't get on the Internet.
HelpDesk: Are you sure you used the right password?
Customer: Yes I'm sure. I saw my colleague do it.
HelpDesk: Can you tell me what the password was?
Customer: Five stars.

HelpDesk: What antivirus program do you use?
Customer: Netscape.
HelpDesk: That's not an antivirus program.
Customer: Oh, sorry ... Internet Explorer.

Customer: I have a huge problem. A friend has placed a screensaver on my computer, but every time I move the mouse, it disappears!

HelpDesk: Microsoft Tech. Support, may I help you?
Old lady: Good afternoon! I've waited over 4 hours for you. Can you please tell me how long it will take before you can help me?
HelpDesk: Uhh? Pardon, I don't understand your problem?
Old lady: I was working in Word and clicked the 'help' button more than 4 hours ago. Can you tell me when you will finally be helping me?

HelpDesk: How may I help you?
Customer: I'm writing my first e-mail.
HelpDesk: OK, and what seems to be the problem?
Customer: Well, I have the letter 'a', but how do I get the circle around it

sorry, I'm a komputer klutz. I kept getting something like "page not available." So, being a guy (it probably is a guy thing), I kept hitting the Submit button. I'm trying to delete, but it's not going so well.

Take that, Duplicate Posting, Ha! Another one bites the dust.

I slayeth you.

Out, out damned spot. Did I ever tell you about my dog, Spot?

Our downtown, like many downtowns, died. A shopping center opened on what was then the outskirts and then K-mart opened up just to the north and then the mall went in another mile north of that and then, and then...we had massive sprawl that continued (and perhaps continues) as neighboring counties are seducted by the allure of real estate tax revenue.
But our downtown has bounced back. It's now an area filled with small shops, galleries, restaurants and clubs, and yuppie housing. Very vibrant. Which brings me, finally, to the issue you raised in your link, osso. Recycling old (retail) buildings. Final ideas on that in a while. -rjb-

Could you repeat that, realjohnboy. I didn't get it the first three times. He he.

edgar, The reason you didn't get it is because you must read all five of them. LOL

. Don't get me started. I once posted a sentence on some forum. (forgotten which) that observed "What I tell you three times is true". Hey, John of Virginia. We hear 'ya. What you say is worth hearing a bunch of times.

For the REAL John.

UNDER MY SKIN LYRICS

I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin

I've tried so not to give in
I've said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know so well
That I've got you under my skin

I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear

Don't you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'cause I've got you under my skin

Pay particular attention to the line "repeats and repeats in my ear."

Bummin' Around

I got an ol' slouch hat,
got my roll on my shoulder
I'm as free as a breeze
an' do as I please,
just a bummin' around . . .

Gotta million friends,
I don't feel any older
I've got nothin' to lose
not even the blues,
just a bummin' around . . .

Whenever worries start
to botherin' me ( start botherin' me! )
I grab my coat, my ol' slouch hat,
hit the trail again,
you see . . .

I ain't got a dime,
don't care where I'm goin'
I'm as free as a breeze
an' do as I please,
just a bummin' around!

[ instrumental break ]

I hit the trail again,
you see . . .

I ain't got a dime,
don't care where I'm goin'
I'm as free as a breeze
an' do as I please,
just a bummin' around . . .

just a bummin' around . . .
just a bummin' around . . .
just a bummin' around . . .

Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you--Elvis.

Me:

Fools rush in, where angels fear to tread,
and so I come to you, my love,
My heart above my head.

Though I can see, the danger there,
If there's a chance for me,
Then I don't care.

For fools rush in where wise men never go,
But wise men never fall in love,
So how are they to know.
When I met you,
I felt my life begin,
So open up your heart and let,
This fool rush in.

Damn, listeners. I did that from memory.

Didn't even have to cut and past.

I'm enjoying the commercial free music

Brook Benton
The Ties That Bind
Words and Music: by Vincent A. Corso and Clyde Otis




Knowing you stand by me through good and bad
Makes all the difference in my life
And day by day, sweetheart, I find
These are the ties that bind

The little things you do that please me so
Aww, the way you always understand
When simple joys bring peace of mind
These are the ties that bind

You're all I need to see me through
Can I say more than this, my love?
I live just for your kiss, my love
I live just for your kiss, my love

Forever and a day, my love will live
Mmm, the flame of love will never die
So heart and soul please say you're mine
Held by the ties that bind

(These are the ties that bind)

and there's that delightful colorbook. We've missed your poetry, honey. How about a verse or two for old times sake.

No commercials, cause Eva has us booked solid.

A tip for Panz.

When you wake up and there's no coffee in the house,
Simply pour water over the grounds that are already there.
It's known as wabashing, and comes from the song Wabash Cannonball, when the hoboes had to make due while riding the rails.




Artist/Band: Acuff Roy
Lyrics for Song: Wabash Cannonball
Lyrics for Album: The King Of Country Music 1936-1947
CHORUS:
Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar as she glides along the woodland
ore the hills and by the shore
hear the rush of the mighty engine hear the lonesome hobos call
he's riding through the jungle on the Wabash cannon ball

VERSE
now the western states are dandies so the southern people say from Chicago
and St. Louis
and Peoria by the way
to the lake of Minnesota where the rippling waters flow no chances to be
taken on
the Wabash cannon ball

VERSE
she pulled in to the station one cold December day
as she rolled up to the platform you could hear all the people say
now theirs a gal from Birmingham she's Elong and she's tall she came down
from Georgia
on the Wabash cannon ball

VERSE
now heres to daddy claxton may his name forever stand
and always be remembered in the courts of all the land
his earthly race is over and as the curtain falls
we'll carry him back to Dixie on the Wabash cannon ball
Wabash Cannonball

Roy Acuff? Good grief!

I'm enjoying your many posts, realjohn.
I speak as one famous for double posts. In my case, I know what I do wrong. I think it only happens when I use my mac at home. I push the back button after posting occasionally, to see the previous page or just out of stupidity. That causes, 9 times out of 10, a double post for me. Gets worse if I do it twice.. heh. So by now I know it milliseconds after I do it, and rush to New Posts, to find the post and delete it before anyone else comments. (It's hard to be osso, y'know.)

On the architecture links, I'm glad you're enjoying them. I'm not a building architect myself - I do more site design. But I'm interested in mostly all aspects of planning/site design/architecture/regular old building/construction, and gardens, land use issues, except, perhaps, paperwork related to planning. I'm particularly interested in things like refurbishing rundown oldtowns and what I call pedestrian culture.

Wow. Missed C.I.'s conversation with the customer service person and the dumb blond on the other end. Happened to me once, but I swear, I got the best of that geek in the long run.

Meanwhile, RJB goes back to the drawing board with Osso.

Haiti Cherie, sung by Harry Belafonte

Haiti Cherie, says Haiti is my beloved land
Oh I never knew that I have to leave you to understand
Just how much I miss the gallant Citadel,
Where days long ago, brave men served this country well.

Where sun is bright, or evening with soft moonlight
Shading tree, Creole maiden for company
A gentle breeze, a warm caress if you please
Work, laughter and play, yes we'll always be this way

Haiti Cherie, now I've returned to your soil so dear
Let me hear again, the things that give music to my ear.
The lone shepherd's horn that welcomes the rising morn
When roads overflow as crowds to Iron market go.

Where sun is bright, or evening with soft moonlight
Shading tree, Creole maiden for company
A gentle breeze, a warm caress if you please
Work, laughter and play, yes we'll always be this way

I wouldn't be nearly as tight if we had a little more ad revenue coming in. Speaking of which, production on the first Dr. Mirrors spot was approved today. The good doctor wanted to host a regular program, but once I found out he planned to solicit patients through his broadcasts, I made him sign an ad contract instead. POLICY: If they're gonna make money from the broadcasts, we deserve a share of it for giving them airtime.

Let me check with the traffic manager, and I'll see how soon we can get that spot on air.

Many posts, indeed, Osso. I apologize for that snafu on my part if it was my fault, I guess, but I really can't see what I did differently then before.
Anyway, to finish the thought. The suburbs are expanding outward from many cities. Is that good or bad, controllable or inevitable? Some places (like Portland OR) seem to have adopted strategies to limit sprawl (although I readily admit that I don't have any expertise in urban planning).
So we have this K-mart that is too small now for its site and a mall (your typical mall with four dinosaurs as anchors) dying. Everything is one story high, for mile upon mile.
Build up. When JC Penney closes its mall store, replace it with housing, five or six stories, with mixed income residents and day care and, yea why not, some good ole bible thumping Baptists holding services there in the store front.
We can not allow the decay to spread away from the urban core,
jonboy hits the submit button once-and only once.