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xaq_the_aereonWhether referring to the type of language that I'll be hearing plenty of tomorrow or the kind of spell I've been under most of my life, for the time being I can pretty well describe myself as cursed.
For the past few years, I've exhibited a rather catastrophic relationship with technology...it seems just by being in the presence of a computer or machine, I can unconciously destroy it. Some of my more prominent examples in my life include...
-Crashing an entire Windows NT server in college simply by pressing the F2 key.
-The untimely fate of my laptop when my former roommate's bookbag dropped on it just as I was telling![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kjorteo how my day couldn't get any worse. (THAT one I was just plain asking for. >< )
-Video game controllers with built-in Dual Shock abilities inexplicably self-destructing mid-game (total to date that have done this to me: 2 PS1, 1 PS2, 1 Gamecube)
Even after enlisting in the Navy my curse has continued to haunt me...to date I've managed to inadvertently (and sometimes without even TOUCHING) damage or completely destroy 2 communication systems, a radar system, and the piece of gear I'll be working on for the rest of my career (designed to make sure other gear works...how ironic.)
Today, I tried to avert my curse's effects on my classmates while they were hooking up a simulation piece of F/A-18 gear up to our electronic gearchecker...unfortunately, despite their hooking it up correctly, my hex came through and caused one of the connector pins to sink in and bend, rendering the simulation gear useless.
What really hurt, though, was when even though I've never told anyone of this curse before, my whole class (including my instructor) looked right at me with that "it's all your fault!" look to their eyes...they tried to pass it off as a joke, which it was (as far as they were concerned), but I really don't care, it's hard enough to get over this curse without people rubbing it in.
Of course, tomorrow I can expect a whole different sort of cursing...my classmates and instructors have volunteered me to be the umpire for the softball rematch. Not because I know the most about umpiring, my would-be teammates don't think I hit the ball hard enough.
If only they knew I know absolutely NOTHING about umpiring...*groans* I had better plans for tomorrow and now I'm stuck sitting behind a heap of dirt for hours on end.
Where's an exorcist when I need one... >
For the past few years, I've exhibited a rather catastrophic relationship with technology...it seems just by being in the presence of a computer or machine, I can unconciously destroy it. Some of my more prominent examples in my life include...
-Crashing an entire Windows NT server in college simply by pressing the F2 key.
-The untimely fate of my laptop when my former roommate's bookbag dropped on it just as I was telling
kjorteo how my day couldn't get any worse. (THAT one I was just plain asking for. >< )-Video game controllers with built-in Dual Shock abilities inexplicably self-destructing mid-game (total to date that have done this to me: 2 PS1, 1 PS2, 1 Gamecube)
Even after enlisting in the Navy my curse has continued to haunt me...to date I've managed to inadvertently (and sometimes without even TOUCHING) damage or completely destroy 2 communication systems, a radar system, and the piece of gear I'll be working on for the rest of my career (designed to make sure other gear works...how ironic.)
Today, I tried to avert my curse's effects on my classmates while they were hooking up a simulation piece of F/A-18 gear up to our electronic gearchecker...unfortunately, despite their hooking it up correctly, my hex came through and caused one of the connector pins to sink in and bend, rendering the simulation gear useless.
What really hurt, though, was when even though I've never told anyone of this curse before, my whole class (including my instructor) looked right at me with that "it's all your fault!" look to their eyes...they tried to pass it off as a joke, which it was (as far as they were concerned), but I really don't care, it's hard enough to get over this curse without people rubbing it in.
Of course, tomorrow I can expect a whole different sort of cursing...my classmates and instructors have volunteered me to be the umpire for the softball rematch. Not because I know the most about umpiring, my would-be teammates don't think I hit the ball hard enough.
If only they knew I know absolutely NOTHING about umpiring...*groans* I had better plans for tomorrow and now I'm stuck sitting behind a heap of dirt for hours on end.
Where's an exorcist when I need one... >