Last night I went to see Danny Bhoy's Dear Epson... show at the Powerhouse. As always the lanky Scotsman did not disappoint. The show had many a punter nodding knowingly to their peer or partner as he read out the letters of complaint.
The first letter, aptly the one to Epson, had me doing a bit of the ol' noddy nod to my significant ragey other re the ink! No spoilers - but the gist of it is that printer ink and printers in general are designed to f*ck you up the arse - something you are unaware of while standing in Harvey Norman like a stale bottle of piss asking 'so, what's a good printer?'
Turns out the 'eco' HP thing we ended up with has a cartridge designed by freakin NASA and it knows when you try to just refill it with your own ink and a syringe stolen from Queensland Health. The fuckers put a chip on the cartridge - you refill it and put it back in and it's all like 'no, no, no, I don't think so cheapskate'. We spent about an hour trying to override the bloody chip - to no avail.
Also about three quarters of the way through he told a little ditty about a falling in love in a bar in NYC - for three or so minutes every lassie and maybe some of the lads, in that room were picturing themselves at that bar. Ah, swoon.
Anyway, enough about sexy stand-up comics and more about the new tags I've made this week and loaded onto my Made It shop. Awe, they're so cute.