A pox on broken-as-designed hardware. A pox on something that simple being able to turn me into a reasonable analogue of a stroppy and door-slamming teenager, because it's simple stuff and I don't quite understand why it doesn't work.
No, that's not quite true. I understand what's broken, I just can't fix it.
No, that's not quite true. I understand what's broken, I just can't fix it.