Windows, O Windows! How do I despise thee? Let me count the ways…

Jesus H. tapdancing Christ on a cracker. ALL I wanted to do was finish scanning the last four or five photos, using the same goddamned scanner I’d just used to scan…oh, probably thirty-five photos. Did you “lose” that scanner, Windows? Why, yes…yes, you did. I can understand how you got confused and couldn’t recognise it; I’ve had it for only…oh, probably close to five years. You did even better than that, though, didn’t you, Windows? You sure did! You locked up the mouse and in trying to reset the resolution on one of my monitors (very unfamiliar to you, since I’ve had that for just one year!), when I didn’t tell you to rest anything, you locked up the whole system, forcing me to use the fucking power switch. Now, I can’t even access the fucking scans I did manage to do before you fucked everything up because you’re reporting the file system “in use” (though of course, it is not, because I’m actually able to use my computer), and Linux can’t mount a Windows partition that is in use. No, I’m not going to boot back into you; I’m too pissed off and I have work to do.

You know why I stopped using you as my regular OS, Windows? It’s because I have stuff to do and don’t have time to deal with your bullshit. In short, fuck you, I hate you, and YOU SUCK SWEATY DONKEY BALLS. I don’t use a scanner very often, so it’s not at the top of my list, but eventually, I’m going to replace this one, and if P. buys one for me as a present (as he did this one), I’m going to return it unless it’s a model well-supported under Linux (which this one is not, but it was a present, so…). I may like to have digital copies of old photos, but they’re not important enough to deal with the frustration of using a POS OS.