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Frodo is a problem-solver. Recently, he solved a problem which he first encountered in 1973. Unfortunately, all of the principles involved and the technology at hand are deceased or defunct. The major benefit to this concentrated effort is that there is now one less thing keeping Frodo awake at night, leaving 600 or 700 in the active inventory.
Make that 601 or 701.
Frodo grew impatient with his completely adequate printer, and its unwillingness to accept ink cartridges upon his command. Forcing anything into a plastic miasma is a grave error. Frodo visited his friendly salesman at Office Max.
The friendly salesman convinced Frodo to spend about double what he had budgeted. The HP Officejet is a sleek piece of machinery, with a black countenance which causes Frodo to assume that scantily-clad models also share his connection, and that they will make themselves available for technical support.
Frodo should have re-packaged the whole thing and taken it directly back to his friendly salesman when he took note of the paucity of written information to support installation of his shiny, new all-in-one. Erasing all doubt to this course of action was the labelling which identifed the point of manufacture to be China. Why, why, Frodo now pleads, did he not receive the same confidential information made available to candidate O'Donnell in Delaware about the Chinese intention to take over America?
Frodo has fourteen days from date of purchase to work out his problems, or to admit defeat. Have pity, our hero may not sleep at all. What truly worries him however, is that it may take him another 37 years to complete this puzzle, and then, there'll be no one left to mark his passing.
