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ship log 003 [video/action for the kitchen]

[So, uh. This cooking thing.

But do you see that? The view's a little shaky at first, because he's still getting the hang of this technology thing, but there, for your viewing delight, Wonderland, is a microwave.

Well.

It used to be a microwave.

What it is now is more a column of smoke and melted plastic and burnt things, with the coppery shine of burnt tinfoil.

Oh, and the door's off to one side, and it shouldn't be twisted like that.

And yes, he actually read the instructions. And no, they didn't make a damn bit of sense.]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm fairly sure that's not what it's supposed to do when it's done.

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::drily:: And I prefer to have my food be edible instead of going up in flames. Possibly an explosion if I'm creative enough in my screw up.

[Ha. Haha, kid.] Well, I'd hardly call it me own fault that I've been on me own to figure out things that don't exist where and when I'm from, can I, now.

I've never seen one of those before either. Although I am familiar with earlier versions of some of the other stuff in there.

And I'm sure that's wonderful and helpful for you.

As for meself, the last I checked an oven needed wood and fire to properly do anything.

::Ed shrugs.:: The one in the house I grew up in needed those too. It's the neighbor's that runs on gas although the one here probably runs on electricity.

Because that explains everything, I suppose.

[Yes, he knows what electricity is. No. He has no idea how it's powering any cooking apparatus.]

I guess 'the newer ways are for people that can afford them back home' kinda sums it up. Although I'm pretty sure the way I'm figuring the stove and oven work in there is in advance of back home. Not unless things've changed while I was somewhere else between there and here.

::Not that any of that helped.::

[Not remotely in the slightest.]

Well, that still tells me nothing of how the damned things work, does it.

Turn the knobs for the burners you want to get them to heat up.

::At least that covers the stove.::

[Think really hard about that Ed. Do you want him to really attempt that?]

Well, that's simple enough, ain't it. I don't suppose they could just come out and say as such, without the strange language, then.

::Probably not, but think of the potential columns of flames!::

I've noticed that instructions are often written under the assumption that whoever's reading them already knows what to do.

[While that would be amusing...]

Then why, if they assume as such, would one need instructions elseways. Honestly, the other wheres and whens must be a madhouse, full of people who either can't read or simply blow themselves up.

[The irony that he's just described Idiocracy is, of course, completely lost upon him.]

::Ed shrugs.:: Because people complain when there isn't something that gives them at least some idea what to do?

::It's lost on Ed too, because he's never heard of it either.::

That makes absolutely no sense at all.

::Ed takes a moment to think over what he said, to see if he skipped steps. He does that sometimes.::

Basically, the people wanting directions on how to use whatever are the ones that don't know how to do it, but the people writing the directions assume that since they know how to do it, it should be obvious to everyone else.

That is quite possibly the stupidest thing I have ever heard.

And make no mistake, I have heard some very stupid things in me time.

::Ed rubs his forehead.::

I'm reaching the point where I don't even know what I'm saying anymore and should just go do something by myself. Possibly take a nap.

I suppose such would...Have that effect, then. Considering writing instructions, as it were, for those as already know as to use it seems a mite like biting one's nose off to spite one's face.

Maybe whoever's writing the things hate their jobs and wants to make whoever needs them hate their lives.

Edited (Stray puncuation.) 2013-07-04 02:21 (UTC)

Then I suppose nary has really changed at all from my time to...Whatever this be.

I'm not sure this is really a specific time beyond generally modern. I got here from 1923 and I met someone here from 20-something.

Generally modern? Ye do know how absolutely ridiculous that sounds, I hope. After all, I be from... [Okay, so that being dead thing has screwed him up a little.] The late 1740s, lad. This goes a bit beyond 'modern' for the likes of me.

::Ed chokes at that.::

Well, stuff you're used to would be familiar to my old man, at least. Assuming he was here.

Aye, and I'm just oh-so-very curious as to what ye might think that be.

::Ed shrugs.:: Candles, horses being the fastest overland transportation, guns that fire bullets slower than the ones by my time do, both in terms of speed and rate of fire.

He's been around for a few centuries.

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