Troubleshoot Yourself

It's not often that Sarah Turpin can make me feel anything besides overwhelming confidence.
It's the same reason that pretty girls always have a fat, gross friend.
The exception to this rule occured on the day she was over my shoulder while I was interneting (porno).
And she exclaimed, "You still type w-w-w?!"

I don't know how to fix your computer, alright?
I have no idea.
I only began using torrents (porno) last month.
When my iPod syncs, I have no idea what is truly happening to it or my computer.
I find it tricky using Twitter.
Look at the blog's layout, for Christ's sakes.
Does this look like the blog of a guy who chews code?
Obviously not.
"Paul will know what to do with your laptop.
We'll wait until Paul comes home."
"Is he good with computers?"
"'Is he good with computers?!'
Look at him!
Glasses. Small frame. Plays video games.
Paul knows computers, okay?
In fact, if he says that he doesn't know computers, I elect that we choose not to believe him."
Windows doesn't care if I look the part.
It takes more than that.
And before you ask, I'm not great at reciting algebra formulas either.