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Ok, so a big green bureaucracy messed up a donated beast.
Why, after it's determined to be useless and given up upon, is it still plugged in? Or taking up space? Or not dropped on some terrorist safehouse?
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a PC my sister gave them. Then I formatted the hard drive and installed Linux and they no longer call me for computer support. Long live Linux!
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TRWTF is why it's not been ebayed
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... $500k shipping, no local pickup allowed.
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Sam, AKA "Bob", strikes again!
http://thedailywtf.com/Articles/The-Receptionist-Test.aspx
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Big Green, huh?
I can't PossIBlly iMagine what company that's supposed to be.
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It's a nice story, but after the end, where it says,
I'm left wondering what it's doing, what tasks it's running now.Admin
My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a PC my sister gave them. Then I smashed up her computer with a hammer and they no longer call me for computer support. Long live hammers!
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PIBM?
PIMB???
Personal Pimps?
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems my sister. Then I smashed her up with a computer and they no longer call me for sibling support. Long live computers!
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Maybe because they never figured out how to use it? ;)
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a PC my sister gave them. Then I took it away and gave them a Speak and Spell and they no longer call me for computer support. Long live Speak and Spells!
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I'll take it if nobody wants it.
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My parents used to ask me for a fix. But drugs are bad!
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my parents asked me to fix my sister with my computer. now the zombies are clones??
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My computer used to ask me to fix problems with my recursion. Then I took it away and gave it some recursion and it asked me to fix problems with my recursion. Then I took it away and gave it some recursion and it asked me to fix problems with my recursion. Then I took it away and gave it some recursion and it asked me to fix problems with my recursion. Then I took it away and gave it some recursion and it asked me to fix problems with my recursion. Then I took it away and gave it some recursion and it asked me to fix problems with my recursion...
Long live recursion!
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If I was that professor, I would spend the whole first lecture to any class detailing the whole sorry incident, and end by saying "When you have passed this course and have high-level IT jobs in major companies or government departments, remember just how awful Big Green are and ensure that your company or government never buys from them".
I would video the whole lecture and send copies to the CEO and all board members at Big Green.
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a PC my sister gave them. Then I got them all smashed and they forgot about the computer. Long live alcohol!
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My professor used to ask me to fix problems with a Monster that Big Green gave him. Then I never bothered to figure out how to use it and it was convenient to blame big green representatives rather than do actual work. Long live grad school!
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a PC my sister gave them. Then they forgot what they asked me. Long live Alzheimer's!
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This reminds me of when I was in college and we received an NCR 'teradata' server. Well, when I say we I mean the business education department. The rest of we, the nerds over at the comp sci department were not allowed to touch it. In fact, we were not allowed to even think about it for about two semesters or so. Eventually the business ed department let us start using it and playing with it. Namely because in the whole year they had it they were not able to find a single use for any of their students. Accountants, business majors, etc had no use for it.
When it got turned over to us we all literally cackled with glee. It was the slow to yourself cackle that built into a full on crow convention after a few minutes. As it turned out, they got the machine, but no documentation for anything on the machine. So by trial and error we began playing and running scripts to get this creature to generate large amounts of dummy data for us to play with. Much of their documentation they did provide so far as the sql functionality of it was worded, "It's just like SQL, but..." and you would have to pay $5k for a manual to find out why your otherwise normal sql query would suddenly start churning out messages along the lines of "System Board 121 has crashed, attempting recovery..."
Towards the end of my intro to DBs class we began treating the server, (which got it's own building BTW, complete with mirrored windows, new environmental controls, even a new set of name letters) as an object of mild curiosity whose sole purpose was to showcase the subtle differences in database queries.
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You have all gone nuts, don't you?
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a computer my sister gave them. Then I fixed their computer. Long live my parents!
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What a sad story! :-(
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My parents asked me to fix their computer so I killed them and kept their computer. Now they never ask for technical support!
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My parents used to call me to fix problems with a PC my brother gave them. Then I cut off their phone line and they no longer call me for computer support. Long live wirecutters!
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a PC my sister gave them. I moved to a different country and told them to get my sister to fix it. Long live my sister!
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You, Sir, are King of the Hill!
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My PC used to ask me to fix problems with my parents and my sister. Then I went to them and now I'm living in this white room. Long live strait jackets!
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It's Alive...!!!!
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"The students literarily drooled"
Well, there's your problem: it was obviously a high-brow liberal arts school.
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This is the problem you get when you forget your base case. Gotta CTRL+C that comment or wait for the comment-stack to blow.
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The Green Monster's a pSeries withn an incomplete AIX installation and marginal hardware or I turn in my LART.
It's been three years, and the ODB still gives me nightmares.
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This is the problem you get when you forget your base case. Gotta CTRL+C that comment or wait for the comment-stack to blow.
CAPTCHA: sagaciter - is that what I'm doing here?
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a PC my sister gave them. Then I posted the story on The Daily WTF and they no longer call me for computer support. Long The Daily WTF!
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Nicely done, everybody.
Alex should blue all the "my parents" comments.
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a PC they bought themselves. Then they died and they no longer call me for computer support. Or for anything at all. I miss them :-(
(True story)
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Getting nothing for free is no WTF.
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WHen I was in college (i sound like such an old guy, get off my lawn!!) in 91 or so, we were a Big Green campus. There were rumors that the big computer honchos were getting kickbacks.
Our general purpose computers were green screen terminals hooked up to a VM/CMS mainframe. writing assignments were typed in on Wordperfect 4 for mainframes, and saved to your virtual 1MB disk (yes, less than a floppy). Printing was always to your Mainframe account, which would then jam some local printer and be stuck in the queue for hours.
But wait, we had BigGreen PS/2's come in! Real DOS wordperfect! and printing, well that was to print to a local PostScript file, and FTP it to your mainframe, and then print from there. I'm sure there are liberal arts students that never turned in a paper.
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My parents used to ask me to fix problems with a grandson my sister gave them. Then I told her to stop acting like a teenage girl and become a responsible mother, and they no longer call me for grandson support. Long live maturity!