(OT) Everybody knows that the world is full of stupid people...
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Zhure
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Umbran said:
Originally, "floopy" was used to describe usenet readers who got too hung up on typographical errors.
http://members.tripod.com/~LtKim/members/floopy.html
Mortaneus
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Lessee...other stupid computer tricks.....
There was the student in a computer lab who was incapable of understanding that 3.5" floppies should be inserted in the drive in a specific direction. Three weeks in a row, the lab instructor was greeted with this 'Mr. Smith! My disk won't go in the drive *ka-chunk* Oh, there it goes...'
There was the case of the two high schoolers using apple computers, and who needed to copy a file from one 5.25" floppy to another. What did they do? Put one disk on top of another and cram both of them in the drive. It took a pair of pliers to get them out.
Everyone's probably heard the foot-pedal and cup-holder stories....
There was the mac in the university computer lab that people couldn't insert their disks into. When examined, it was discovered that the drive already contained not ONE, not TWO, but THREE disks crammed up inside it.
There was the student in a computer lab who was incapable of understanding that 3.5" floppies should be inserted in the drive in a specific direction. Three weeks in a row, the lab instructor was greeted with this 'Mr. Smith! My disk won't go in the drive *ka-chunk* Oh, there it goes...'
There was the case of the two high schoolers using apple computers, and who needed to copy a file from one 5.25" floppy to another. What did they do? Put one disk on top of another and cram both of them in the drive. It took a pair of pliers to get them out.
Everyone's probably heard the foot-pedal and cup-holder stories....
There was the mac in the university computer lab that people couldn't insert their disks into. When examined, it was discovered that the drive already contained not ONE, not TWO, but THREE disks crammed up inside it.
Mercule
Adventurer
I used to work with a gal who was actually pretty computer savvy, but I think she must have had a motor-skills issue.
The computer she used had a CD slot instead of the push-button cup-holder. Several times, she managed to stick the CD _between_ the CD drive and the panel below/above it. We had to open up her machine everytime she did this.
The computer she used had a CD slot instead of the push-button cup-holder. Several times, she managed to stick the CD _between_ the CD drive and the panel below/above it. We had to open up her machine everytime she did this.
Ashrem Bayle
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Idiots...
I'd just like to chime in and say that, in my experience, 85% of people should be denied the right to process oxygen.
**Political content removed** -Henry
I'd just like to chime in and say that, in my experience, 85% of people should be denied the right to process oxygen.
**Political content removed** -Henry
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computer fun
I worked for Hewlett Packard a while back answering phones, we had a minimal question script to ask people to determine where they needed to be directed to get help with there HP product.
A lady called in one day to get help with her printer, she couldnt tell me the model number so I moved on to the next question and asked her if it was color or black and white.
She responded with, "well it's kinda a biege color."
And you wouldnt beleave how many people out there think that the cpu is actually housed in the monitor, and that the cpu is just some glorified monitor stand.
I worked for Hewlett Packard a while back answering phones, we had a minimal question script to ask people to determine where they needed to be directed to get help with there HP product.
A lady called in one day to get help with her printer, she couldnt tell me the model number so I moved on to the next question and asked her if it was color or black and white.
She responded with, "well it's kinda a biege color."
And you wouldnt beleave how many people out there think that the cpu is actually housed in the monitor, and that the cpu is just some glorified monitor stand.
Davelozzi
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When I was in college I was talking about side 2 of some old record album that I had and my friend didn't believe me that records had 2 sides of music. He thought that it was only cassette tapes that had sides. The worst thing was, this guy was a year older than me (and I'm 28 now) so he had no excuse for not remembering vinyl records.
In his defense, this guy isn't really stupid, he was just off that day.
In his defense, this guy isn't really stupid, he was just off that day.
I'm A Banana
Potassium-Rich
I got the greatest story about a group of doofuses.
This summer, I worked third shift at a local convinience store. Since it's generally slow as hell during those wee hours, I usually braught in my laptop to amuse me in between 'atcual work,' and to play my collection of illeagal music instead of the endless repetition of the radio, which was stuck on some local country station. I used my computer on the desk near the cash register so when someone came in, I could just pop up and help them.
Well, at about three AM one night, the door was flung open by a potential customer. I rose with a smile to greet them, and was met with a siny metal barrel pointed squarely at my chest and cries of "MOVE IT MUTHAF-ER! GO! GET THE MONEY! OPEN THE DRAWER! GO OR WE'LL KILL YOU! WE'LL SHOOT! YOU THINK WE JOKIN'?!"
Well, in moments of stress the body generally does one of two things: crap itself or try to save itself. Thankfully, my bowels put up no protest as I lashed out at the nearest shouting youth with my patented "Dork-fu!" For those of you unfamiliar with these martial arts, Dork-fu consists mostly of flailing your arms in a manner rather reminiscent of a friendly waving greeting, only you do it quick enough and repeatedly enough that it basically boils down to a whirling dirvish of annoying slaps and smacks in front of you. The guy with the gun must've been nervous, too, as all it took was one mightily wus-like slap, and the gun was on the floor.
Of course, it wasn't the only one they had, and this didn't exactly improve my image with them. But they didn't fill me fulla lead, because in the time it took them to notice the gun was on the ground, I had moved to the drawer and opened it. Thinking that muder would be a bit much, the four ski-mask clad youths made off with whatever was inside of it. They took off running and smiling and seemed positively giddy.
I bet it wasn't until they got halfway home that they realized: They had gotten a grand total of about $15 out of the register (mostly quarters), and had left the $3000 computer. I bet they felt like coming back there and shooting me in the face just out of rage!
HAHAHAHAHA! I ALMOST DIED!
I'm not sure if I'm sarcastic nor not anymore...ah, well. Stoopid criminals. Heh.
This summer, I worked third shift at a local convinience store. Since it's generally slow as hell during those wee hours, I usually braught in my laptop to amuse me in between 'atcual work,' and to play my collection of illeagal music instead of the endless repetition of the radio, which was stuck on some local country station. I used my computer on the desk near the cash register so when someone came in, I could just pop up and help them.
Well, at about three AM one night, the door was flung open by a potential customer. I rose with a smile to greet them, and was met with a siny metal barrel pointed squarely at my chest and cries of "MOVE IT MUTHAF-ER! GO! GET THE MONEY! OPEN THE DRAWER! GO OR WE'LL KILL YOU! WE'LL SHOOT! YOU THINK WE JOKIN'?!"
Well, in moments of stress the body generally does one of two things: crap itself or try to save itself. Thankfully, my bowels put up no protest as I lashed out at the nearest shouting youth with my patented "Dork-fu!" For those of you unfamiliar with these martial arts, Dork-fu consists mostly of flailing your arms in a manner rather reminiscent of a friendly waving greeting, only you do it quick enough and repeatedly enough that it basically boils down to a whirling dirvish of annoying slaps and smacks in front of you. The guy with the gun must've been nervous, too, as all it took was one mightily wus-like slap, and the gun was on the floor.
Of course, it wasn't the only one they had, and this didn't exactly improve my image with them. But they didn't fill me fulla lead, because in the time it took them to notice the gun was on the ground, I had moved to the drawer and opened it. Thinking that muder would be a bit much, the four ski-mask clad youths made off with whatever was inside of it. They took off running and smiling and seemed positively giddy.
I bet it wasn't until they got halfway home that they realized: They had gotten a grand total of about $15 out of the register (mostly quarters), and had left the $3000 computer. I bet they felt like coming back there and shooting me in the face just out of rage!
HAHAHAHAHA! I ALMOST DIED!
I'm not sure if I'm sarcastic nor not anymore...ah, well. Stoopid criminals. Heh.
