#faulty technology

[llamhigyn-y-dwr]

Let's see if my device decides to behave for the upcoming AF episode.

[if-i-am-not-for-me]

My house has hardwired smoke alarms. The one in my parents' bedroom has been false alarming all morning, which means that all five detectors in the house are screaming (because hardwired detectors will all sound when one detects smoke). You can tell which detector it is because of the red flashing light.

We can "hush" the detector for 10 minutes, but it seems to still be getting set off somehow. No space heaters are on anywhere in the house. No walls are warm, the ceiling isn't warm. The HVAC is off and was all night, so it isn't dust from the vents. All the power strips are operating normally and the outlets in the entire house are all only a year old and nothing is malfunctioning except the detector.

We called the local FD and they just came by, told us to press the button, and left. They didn't even check if the attack crawlspace had a fire that we couldn't notice yet.

What the actual fuck is going on?

[margotlovessally]

I just remembered the time in 2015 when my significant other's DVD player broke when we tried to play a bootleg copy of Sharknado that my uncle gave me

[crispwords]

If I walk around the house with my mobile in my pocket it will inevitably encounter a dead zone. 

When it does it will then be out of reception for at least 30 minutes, although some times it has dropped out for a few hours.So I leave it in one spot that I know has reliable reception. 

But, of course, I don’t stay in one spot, I'm coming and going. This means I have to check my phone every time I come back into the room. Checking it every 10 minutes or so makes me feel like an insecure 14 year old, desperate to hear from the person she’s crushing on. My self esteem can’t handle that, I have, at the same time, too little and too much respect for myself. So I don’t check it every time I come back into the room, I relax about it, forget about it (just a little) and get on with my day. And as a result I don’t get your message until an hour after you send it. I text back, I text back again, I call. But you have, like me, decided to get on with your day, not to hang about waiting, so I miss you. We miss each other. 

Earlier in the day you could have said, “swing by my house sometime after 4 and we’ll take it from there”. We wouldn't have been in this mess. I know that seems like a plan to you, but to me it is not a plan so much as release from the stress and anxiety of technology that doesn't work perfectly, of the need to constantly remind myself to check my phone (you know me: I get excited and carried away and totally forget everything else, not cause everything else isn't important to me (because you are, so very important) but because joy has a way of carrying me off on flights of incredible fancy)

[sarahhhhhmh]

watercolor kevin

[echoresonance]

This goddamn thumbdrive was working two fucking days ago. This goddamn camera chip was working two fucking days ago. So why the fuck, on the worst day I've fucking had in god-knows-how-long, do one or both of these things decide to go "fuck you" and not register on any fucking device known to mankind? What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with this most gloriously jacked-up Tuesday!?

[drazilkassen]

lolol my phone makes thinking noises. why me lol