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I just spent half an hour on the phone with Sony technical support because I need to send in my laptop for service. The first person I spoke with was--forgive the terminology--just off the boat. She kept asking me if there was smoke or flame coming out of it. Yes, it's overheating, but no, it's not actually on FIRE. At one point she asked me how much flame was coming out: "Not that much, right?" Um, right. Then she asked me if it was causing me bodily injury. I wanted so fucking badly to say yes, the laptop had in fact roasted my nuts off. But I was afraid they'd think I was trying to pull some shit on them, so I refrained. But it wasn't easy, my friends, especially for someone who's fond of telling telemarketers that I can't talk because I've just sliced my toe off.

Oh yeah! Almost forgot. The woman would keep putting me on hold for like two seconds. The one time she did put me on hold for a longer stretch, there was this weird intermittent organ music. Every few seconds: doobeedoobeedo. *pause* *pause* *pause* dibbadibbadong.

Speaking of crazy music: check out this dude playing the Super Mario Bros. music. That dude rules!