Warning: lamest rant ever.
So I find myself in dire need of a paper in one of the big important journals in my field.
You’d think this would be no problem: just download the pdf, print it up, and voila!
You’d also be wrong, because the thrice-damned miserly goat-felching morons who run this sorry excuse for a center of higher education have only paid for an online subscription that stretches back to a year ago last Tuesday, and the paper I need isn’t that recent.
But I am resourceful. Ah, I think, I could just read the paper in the bound copy! After all, we have those back to the dawn of time! Yeah, bound versions are a pain in the ass to deal with, and yeah, the publishers deforest a small continent every decade or so in printing the damn things (25,000 pages per year for each subscription! Not even Robert fucking Jordan is that bad!), at least we have them.
Except, of course, that we’re not allowed on pain of dismemberment to remove the journals from the library, and more importantly, for some reason people get upset when you spend an hour in the library with a big expensive journal in one hand and a big orange highlighter in the other.
But I am resourceful. This, I tell myself, is what copying machines are for! I can just photocopy the article, and then I can mark it up to my little heart’s content!
Except, of course, for the Copying Machine From Hell.
What in the bloody blue fuck is the point of a copying machine that gives you little paper accordions? I don’t play the accordion. I don’t even like the accordion. In fact, I positively loathe the fucking accordion. (I also don’t know how to spell accordion, but that’s beside the point.)
But you know, even if I loved accordions, there are times for accordions and times for lack of accordions… and when I’m trying to copy the big important journal article, I want a copy of the big important journal article, not a fucking paper accordion!
If this were an isolated problem, it wouldn’t be too bad… I mean, everything breaks every now and then, so if the copying machine were having issues for the first time in months, I’d be indulgent and only kick it once. But Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, this happens all the goddamn time! Why is it that this piece of shit institution can afford several supercomputers but can’t get around to either (a) subscribing to the damn online journals or (b) buying a copying machine that makes copies instead of accordions? What, do all the professors around here polka in their free time or something? UGH!
Right then, carry on.