tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-343653142009-06-07T19:22:01.219+02:00Random blatherings by BattlemaxxA blog with various funny comments/posts from Battlemaxx in an irc channel (chat channel).jramskovnoreply@blogger.comBlogger334125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-54619942608127146092009-06-07T19:21:00.000+02:002009-06-07T19:22:01.228+02:00Customer called in, said his computer was making a noises that sounded like a dying yak. My first thought was "How do you know what a dying yak sounds like?" then I started to ask "African or European yak?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-5461994260812714609?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-23683410737573130052009-03-03T23:03:00.001+01:002009-03-03T23:03:43.313+01:00She used wax paper because she was out of aluminum foil.<br />Now the oven is smoking.<br />Menthols, I think.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-2368341073757313005?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-32976838409212199582009-02-27T22:40:00.002+01:002009-02-27T22:57:05.860+01:00So, there was an article about my company in a big magazine a couple of years ago. It wasn't favorable, and a co-worker just found it. <br />So, I explained that at least we weren't sub-contractors on the Death Star.My co-worker gets a puzzled look on his face and asks what is the Death Star. <br />I explain Star Wars, the Death Star, etc. to him. <br />He said he hasn't watch Star Wars.<br />I went and disabled his computer account and contacted HR.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-3297683840921219958?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-83531238316163405372009-02-11T22:48:00.003+01:002009-02-11T22:49:34.934+01:00Our support phone number ends up published in various places so occasionally we get oddball phone calls. Today I had a vendor that called, and with an accent told me "I have technology that we just<br />invented that could have prevented 9/11." <br /> <br />So, I'm thinking to myself either he hasn't mastered the language OR he has mastered time travel. I'm hoping for the latter.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-8353123831616340537?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-3433757552256976342009-01-26T17:15:00.003+01:002009-01-26T17:17:56.346+01:00So, Lewis Black has that comedy bit about the dumbest thing he had ever heard. A phrase along the lines of "If it wasn't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college"<br /><br />Well, I defy you to find me a better ticket than this one:<br /><br />Customer submits a web incident requesting service because the "back" button has disappeared from her web browser.<br />She elaborates that she has restarted the browser, rebooted the system and the problem continues. Even includes a screenshot indicating where the button should be, and generally seems to be with it and done a few troubleshooting steps on her own.<br /><br />I call for follow-up, per our operating procedure. The customer tells me she resolved the incident. I thank her. She offers up that she was able to fix it by making sure her speakers were turned on. I confirmed that the "back" button was again appearing, she said yes but still had to work out the volume level but everything was fine. Again I made sure her browser was fine, and she was telling me about checking the speaker cables. I resolved the issue.<br /><br />Some day I should write a book.<br />If someone would send me crayons I could also have illustrations.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-343375755225697634?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-46116484991556907522008-12-23T03:01:00.000+01:002008-12-23T03:02:03.069+01:00So, got my ass kicked in Yahtzee this weekend by my 88 year old aunt who has dementia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-4611648499155690752?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-41291682292954117272008-10-23T01:04:00.001+02:002008-10-23T01:04:37.713+02:00So, I thought I was training the wife.<br />When she made a good meal, I told her.<br />When it was tasty and there were leftovers I would take them to work, then tell her how I enjoyed them.<br />When she made a bad meal, I wouldn't comment on it.<br />I'd praise good, say nothing for bad.<br />When she'd take the bad stuff and make me lunch, I'd forget it at home several days, if necessary.<br />She hasn't been paying attention or doesn't care.<br />I'm thinking of a new rule.<br />Every bad meal means she has to have the sex with me.<br />That'll teach her.<br />I'll be fat and horny in weeks!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-4129168229295411727?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-64418446717217767032008-09-21T16:24:00.000+02:002008-09-21T16:25:13.917+02:00So I sent a bag of marbles down to my wife with the youngest. I'd found the marbles while looking for my copy of Civ3. <br />I had the child ask my wife if she had lost 'em. <br />I think I am in trouble.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-6441844671721776703?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-91778873049235300612008-09-15T19:55:00.000+02:002008-09-15T19:56:09.186+02:00McCain would be like jabbing yourself in the eye with a fork for the next four years.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-9177887304923530061?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-58766148312836170502008-09-12T23:01:00.001+02:002008-09-12T23:01:41.079+02:00McCain's selection of Palin makes Bush look like Einstein for choosing Quayle.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-5876614831283617050?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-45831902598524382332008-09-10T02:00:00.000+02:002008-09-10T02:01:13.238+02:00The wife cooked something, said it was dinner.<br />SHE LIED!<br />It was this nasty smelling and tasting fish.<br />Even the kids didn't want to try it.<br />She tried calling it "chicken nugget"<br />She insulted chicken nuggets, imo.<br />She went to her meeting tonight.<br />She asked if she should bring something home.<br />I said food.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-4583190259852438233?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-36521451835523659112008-09-08T15:06:00.001+02:002008-09-08T15:06:29.288+02:00It is barely 9 a.m. and I think if I took 100 calls today I couldn't get one that topped this opening line...<br /> <br />"Can you help me? I accidentally terminated myself..."<br /> <br />I'm like did you accidentally trip, sign a letter of resignation and have it fly into your boss or something?<br /> <br />Or, do we have a secret "I QUIT" web site no one has told me about...<br /> <br />In any case, Best. Call. Today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-3652145183552365911?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-23408744509009314462008-08-26T22:44:00.001+02:002008-08-26T22:44:52.401+02:00So, here is one for today:<br /> <br />"I can't login."<br />Yeah, your password has expired.<br />"Does that mean I have to change it?"<br />Yes, because it expired you'll need to set a new password.<br />"Well, I'm not going to change it just because it expired. I like my<br />password."<br /> <br />Here is what I said: Okay, suit yourself but you know what needs to be<br />done. Let us know if we can assist you further.<br />Here is what I wanted to say: Okay, suit yourself but with an expired<br />password you can't get into the system, access your e-mail or submit<br />your time. So I hope the password you enjoy so much is worth not<br />getting paid and losing your job. Airhead.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-2340874450900931446?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-12326492381978623762008-08-25T16:40:00.001+02:002008-08-25T16:40:46.543+02:00"It isn't working."<br />What isn't working?<br />"The thing."<br />What thing?<br />"My e-mail."<br />What is working about your e-mail?<br />"It just won't work."<br />Okay. It doesn't work. Do you get an error message, a prompt, a dialogue box or any indication of an issue?<br />"Yes."<br />Okay. What?<br />"Nothing happens."<br />Okay, reboot your computer.<br />"I did, nothing happens."<br />Okay. <br />...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-1232649238197862376?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-17732409661240593592008-08-13T02:09:00.000+02:002008-08-13T02:10:17.996+02:00You'll have some of the best sex ever, after you are married.<br />Mostly with yourself or your girlfriend, though.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-1773240966124059359?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-84343115430842856032008-07-24T02:19:00.000+02:002008-07-24T02:20:13.361+02:00At work today this guy was nuking his food.<br />It was a couple of veggie dishes that didn't look all that good.<br />I told him that if he was better at the sex his wife would make him better stuff for lunch.<br />He said I was probably right.<br />Later I smiled at him and said "Look, my wife packed cheesecake in my lunch!"<br />I came close to asking him why his wife kept sending me cupcakes and fruit rollups.<br />I was being nice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-8434311543084285603?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-86547000308534330952008-07-22T23:15:00.001+02:002008-07-22T23:15:19.990+02:00Well, dinner time.<br />I don't think it counts as dinner. It is some sort of fish.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-8654700030853433095?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-72684002203239669422008-07-12T23:36:00.000+02:002008-07-12T23:37:16.610+02:00Well, I wonder if the wife will make dinner or if I should drive and obtain food.<br />I could hunt and gather, 'cept Kroger's usually frowns on you carrying a spear and chucking it at the beef counter.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-7268400220323966942?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-72132545900468099172008-06-21T02:17:00.000+02:002008-06-21T02:18:40.077+02:00It is her wedding.<br />You think any different, you are wrong.<br />The wedding is for her.<br />The reception is for friends and family and the honeymoon is for the couple.<br />Some time later, you realize you were just there to facilitate all of it.<br />I got married so I could go to Disney World.<br />It turns out you don't have to go there just for a honeymoon.<br />You can also take her back there when she is knocked up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-7213254590046809917?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-42766412284962640552008-06-19T22:32:00.000+02:002008-06-19T22:33:21.726+02:00So, this morning one of my callers informed me that I was rude and she did not like my attitude.<br />I told her to shut her cake hole and take a Midol.<br />[ma9mwah] she knew you<br />Actually I said "Mom, stop calling here!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-4276641228496264055?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-40967452656482417002008-06-19T15:13:00.000+02:002008-06-19T15:14:11.688+02:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Some Days...</span><br /><br />Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.<br />You come into work, the phones are already queued up so you know it is going to be rough.<br />Your first caller turns out to be as excited to be here as you are, and immediately starts griping.<br />So, the caller goes off about how they've been looking at instructions for an hour, clicked every link and read everything on the site about how to do this one thing.<br />I ask a couple of questions, and the customer lies.<br />I finally ask "Do you see the button at the very top with the big lettering that says 'First time users click here to get started?' and did you click it?"<br />They said no, click it, the app pops up and they act amazed and grumble.<br /> <br />I don't think this is funny, it is just more of life in the skewed Dilbertian Help Desk.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-4096745265648241700?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-79933219410940999222008-06-04T22:05:00.002+02:002008-06-04T22:06:21.434+02:00I am afraid Scott Adams can't make up humor like this. <br /> <br />I got an e-mail telling me about an e-mail that was coming out about how to fix something.<br />I got an e-mail telling me to read the e-mail about the fix.<br />I got the fix e-mail.<br />I got an e-mail telling me to read the fix e-mail.<br />I am expecting an e-mail asking me if I read the e-mail telling me to read the e-mail that was about the fix.<br />I hope e-mail breaks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-7993321941094099922?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-66786205434375229302008-06-04T22:02:00.000+02:002008-06-04T22:04:05.036+02:00First call of the day...<br /><br />Caller: "Umm, yeah I can't get into my e-mail, it says the password has expired. When I try to log into the system it says the password has expired and I need to change it. If I go to the web site, it says something about a password being expired. Is there a problem with my password and could it be expired?"<br /> <br />Me: *click* dial-tone<br /><br />I think I have a case of "The Mondays".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-6678620543437522930?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>jramskovnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-63177887940911581712008-05-28T02:50:00.001+02:002008-05-28T02:50:52.414+02:00So, the radio is on, a song comes and goes and a bit later one of the kids comes over and asks me what a booty is and how to make it talk.<br />All my hair greyed instantly.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-6317788794091158171?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34365314.post-69573713271056808482008-05-24T18:14:00.000+02:002008-05-24T18:15:03.190+02:00Well, the four year old came home mad.<br />Apparently you can't lay on the t-ball field while they play.<br />She got mad when her coach, her mom, her grandma, the other coach, and people in the stands yelled at her to stand up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34365314-6957371327105680848?l=battlemaxx.blogspot.com'/></div>Jettahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06736650628339444768noreply@blogger.com0