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Get Out of Voice Menu Pergatory
renx99 writes "I don't know about you, but I hate calling tech support, and the worst if the wait. Paul English felt the same way and has put together a list of shortcuts on how to get to a human quickly. If enough people bypass these phone systems, maybe the big companies will finally get a clue and start providing real customer service again..."
You mean purgatory right?
...not 'Pergatory'.
(yes, I'm a fascist)
This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it. - Dorothy Parker
Ha Ha! Yeah, no kidding!
http://new.petitiononline.com/safeipod/petition.ht ml
When I first heard of the iPod digital media player, I thought little of it; it was surely only another plaything of an elite group of tinkerers from MIT. Imagine my suprise when, hardly a year later the iPod was not used only by tech junkies, but also by young professionals, teenagers and even parents such as myself. Tired of lugging around a large case of CDs with me whenever I went out, I gave in an purchased an iPod. Little did I know what I was getting myself into.
My high school aged son, John, became very interested in my iPod and helped me configure my settings. He seemed to want one, too, so I bought him one for his birthday. I bought a modest 10 gigabyte iPod with a black and white display, but since John was turning sixteen I decided to treat him to the best iPod out there. His came with 40 gigabyte of memory and a crystal clear video display which he could use to watch videos of his favorite Contemporary Christian bands. I had put parental controls on our only computer, so I didn't worry about John downloading sinful music produced by the likes of the Beatles or Simon and Garfunkel, both music groups which glorified drug use and promiscuity. I was safe that my son's constant adjustments and late night projects on his iPod were nothing but wholesome. My husband had told me that me that as long as John did not use any hacking programs such as Linux or BSD he wouldn't be able to do anything but fill his iPod with a library full of Christian music. John continued his little technological projects throughout the summer. Fall arrived, and I sent him off to enjoy another year of wholesome education at the local Catholic high school. His iPod was stowed in his bag along with a boxlike device I had been assured was extra memory. The months went on without anything of notice, until mid-November when I was interrupted during my ladies' Bible study at my home by the school. The caller ID showed me the school was calling, but what for? Had John been hurt? Was the school evacuated? The principal was on the line, but he didn't tell me anything except it would be best I came to the school right away for him to explain the situation. I rushed out the door and sped down the road.
What the principal told me nearly sent me into shock. While I had thought that my John was the most Catholic son on the planet, it was revealed to me that he had been trading pornography in school. Not just magazines furtively thrust into each other's lockers, but using his video iPod, a present for his sixteenth birthday, to trade pornographic images with other iPod users. His constant tinkering, he confessed to me, has not been to streamline his technology, but rather to facilitate the storage and exchange of this foul smut. The "extra memory" was nothing more than a device running a Linux program called "WINE" to expedite the smut exchanges. The school took swift and proper action and promptly expelled all of the children trading pornography. However, this was not punishment enough. I slapped a chastity belt right on my sinful son and made him destroy his pornography archive himself. I thought I had raised my child well, but apparently the mental illness of lust could not be controlled by a schedule filled to overflowing with Mass, youth group and Bible study. After conferring with my husband, we decided it was best to hospitalize John. We pray that the wisdom of the Catholic psychologists will be able to cure John of his sinful lust for unclothed girlflesh.
However, the temptations and ruin that the Macintosh corporation is peddling to America's children does not have to end like it did with John. I am asking that parents sign the petition here () to ask that Macintosh place a warning label on their iPod products warning parents that the iPo
This excerpt from her book "Talk to the Hand", makes a bit of good reading. You might want to read her other book "Eats, shoots and leaves"* if you're against punctuation abuse.
*"The joke the book is named after is this:
A panda walks into a diner and orders a sandwich. After finishing his
meal, he pulls out a gun, fires two shots into the ceiling and turns to
leave. The waitress shouts, "Why did you do that?" The panda hands her a
copy of a badly punctuated book on wildlife and says, "I'm a panda! Look
it up!"
The waitress opens the book to the listing for pandas:
"PANDA: Large, black and white, bear-like mammal native to China. Eats,
shoots and leaves.""