As someone once put it, I am filled to the brim with Grrrr.
Normally, I’m a very occupied Media student who does Youth politics on the side. I like to keep busy, gives me less time to think and I feel more in charge, and more comfortable with myself. However, I’ve always been something of a games geek. It’s been dormant these last two years, as my schedule has picked up, but there was this one game that I really, really, really wanted to play, as the predecessor was a lot of fun to pick up when I had a few hours to spare.
Most of you will probably have inferred, by now, that the game I’m talking about is The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. So, today, on the one free day I’ve had in a period of three weeks and will have in a further period of three weeks, I stop off after school to pick up my copy. Of course, I have to shelve-race from store to store, but finally, at Play Com’s downtown, I manage to pick one up. Big YAY!
I take the buss and ferry back home to my island, go to two meetings in the evening and then - finally! - two hours ago, I settle back in my stressless and tear the plastic manically off the casing and insert the DVD.
Crickets
Crickets
Chack chack chhhhhack chhhhack chhhhack
Wild howls of anguish
That, my readers, is the sound of my DVD ROM NOT being able to read the gorramn DVD and tossing in some surface-mutilation as a pure bonus. Now, I’ve tested the DVD on my father’s work computer in their apartment a few minutes away; works fine. But it just won’t fucking work, down here. AAAAARGH!
Of course, you groan, I can just hand in the DVD and get a fresh copy! That’s bound to solve the problems. I wish it was; the Play Com salesman grinned at me as I picked up my copy; it was the very last one, and due to downprioritizing the local warehouse to the advantage of a bigger town’s, nearby, he won’t get in any more copies for ten days! YARGH! I want - no, DEMAND Oblivion, DAMNIT!. And I mean that in more ways than one.
Oh. Just to toss insult on top of injury, the Forum Registration part of Bethesda’s support function now refuses to load the security pass “image,” so I can’t go there to bitch and moan, either. The humanity.
Regards,
Bash
(Apologies regarding my English, I’m a Norwegian college student and I’m out of touch. Have mercy)