This last January I made the fatal mistake of buying a scanner from Epson. That was about 6 years after swearing never to buy another Epson product in my life after being burned by several of their ultra-broken printers. I should have kept my promise.

As a matter of pure academic interest, I will state that EPSON Scan is some of the worst software I’ve ever used, possibly second only to Sony’s Movieshaker. Its badness is legendary. Nevertheless, it basically worked, in that I eventually managed to extract a JPEG file bearing a vague similarity to the scanned page.

Naturally, the scanner broke after a month or two of very infrequent use. The moving arm with the scan head on it just jammed at one end and never moved again. I forgot about the useless hunk of trash for a few months, then in October realised that I wanted to scan something, so I took advantage of the fact that it was still under warranty and took it to the local repair centre.

Two months later and I’ve finally got it out of them that they haven’t got a replacement for me yet.

Two gosh darned months.

The warranty will be up in January 2007. I wonder if they’ll give me a hard time about that if they still haven’t got a replacement for me by then, the pathetic cretinous scam-artists.

I will not buy another Epson product until everybody involved in the current company is dead and buried, and since I assume there are a few teenage secretaries presently employed by them, it’s going to be about 120 years, assuming no major medical breakthroughs.