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Damini
Guest
Some of you may be familiar with my epic struggles with the IRC monster. As a girly technophobe, I've come on leaps in bounds in the past few years. I no longer accept exe's or sweeties from strangers, I don't really want to reconnect to the internet via Gambia, thank you very much Mrs Porney Lady, and I know my jpg's from my zips from my ziiiiiiips.
So why does IRC mock me in such a cruel fashion? I've read the FAQ, screamed abuse at the FAQ, slapped my head against the monitor, gone into the help channels and got Very Patronised and people have honestly tried to help, so the only thing I can come to conclude is user error. I'm broken. My parasitic harbouring ex housemate just messaged me to extole the virtues of
#Ihaveasuperioritycomplexandmaywelltellyoutheendofseasontwistjustcosi'veseenitandyouhaventyouircilleteratefool
which got me all "I Shall Go Forth And Slay The IRC Beastie!!" but I've failed miserably and I'm sulking. And swearing. And fuming. Every six months I go through a phase of trying to use IRC, nearly kicking my monitor into pieces, burying the mIRC icon somewhere in my desktop, and then digging it out again. Gah!!
Guess I'm going to have to go and boil some bunnies or something, release some pent up frustration.
Don't tell me how easy IRC is or I'll savage you I just wanted to tell someone, and I think Kenny has heard my swearing and is quite wisely hiding.
So why does IRC mock me in such a cruel fashion? I've read the FAQ, screamed abuse at the FAQ, slapped my head against the monitor, gone into the help channels and got Very Patronised and people have honestly tried to help, so the only thing I can come to conclude is user error. I'm broken. My parasitic harbouring ex housemate just messaged me to extole the virtues of
#Ihaveasuperioritycomplexandmaywelltellyoutheendofseasontwistjustcosi'veseenitandyouhaventyouircilleteratefool
which got me all "I Shall Go Forth And Slay The IRC Beastie!!" but I've failed miserably and I'm sulking. And swearing. And fuming. Every six months I go through a phase of trying to use IRC, nearly kicking my monitor into pieces, burying the mIRC icon somewhere in my desktop, and then digging it out again. Gah!!
Guess I'm going to have to go and boil some bunnies or something, release some pent up frustration.
Don't tell me how easy IRC is or I'll savage you I just wanted to tell someone, and I think Kenny has heard my swearing and is quite wisely hiding.