I don't know how many times I've cursed my HP PSC 1600 printer/scanner over the past few months. For the longest time, I could only print one page at a time because of the constant paper jams. Documents longer than one page required me to sit at the printer and feed in one piece of paper at a time. It sucked.
As it turns out, the paper-jam problem might have been caused by something other than this printer being a piece of crap. While Elly was fooling around with these iron-on t-shirt printouts last night, she discovered the work of a mini-saboteur:
Unbeknownst to us, our little printer technician had done some unscheduled maintenance on the PSC 1600. I guess Tova thought that the printer needed more Care Bear Power or something, because she jammed this little piece of paper down into the guts of the printer's paper feeder. Once again, I'm amazed at the sophistication of Tova's methods for breaking things. Too bad the HP QA department isn't hiring 1.5 year-olds...
Unbeknownst to us, our little printer technician had done some unscheduled maintenance on the PSC 1600. I guess Tova thought that the printer needed more Care Bear Power or something, because she jammed this little piece of paper down into the guts of the printer's paper feeder. Once again, I'm amazed at the sophistication of Tova's methods for breaking things. Too bad the HP QA department isn't hiring 1.5 year-olds...
February 10th, 2006 at 06:50 AM I think I was about Tova's age when I managed to put my mothers eye glasses into the pilot house of our Lionel electric train.My mom said that they were so stuck that she couldn't get them out. I was too young to remember, of course, but I wonder how long we played with that train with eye glasses sticking out of the locomotive? My mom also told the story of the battery operated army tank I got for Christmas. I was 4. I took it apart the first night I got it...I wanted to see how it worked. Sorry guys this could just be the beginning.