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I don't know what sadistic evil genius invented the Brother HL-5240 Laser Printer, but I hope that karma tracks his ass down.

The printer has a fun little quirk of refusing to print out more than thirty pages at a time. If you request more than thirty pages, it goes into a sulk, blinking all of its lights and then shutting down into sleep mode. And then for the rest of the day, it will resentfully spit out a page or two before jamming up.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. In fact, I dream of taking this pitiful excuse for a printer outside and -- as in that inspiring scene in the movie "Office Space" -- beating it into a pile of plastic chips with a baseball bat, before running over it a few times.

Posted 13 February 2007 at 10:47 AM