What I was not aware of was that it was actually one disc, and the right to download a digital copy of the other, involving a DRM mechanism. I have been against DRM forever, because it stops more non-pirates than actual pirates.
It is now 10 till 11. I just finished the installation. I ran into every problem. I was forced to update everything (everything I didn't want), denied access, and for two hours, told I didn't have authorization to download. I finally started fucking around and fixed it. But, for your enjoyment, my feedback I sent to Warner Bros Digital Rights Media Department. I'm waiting on their response now.
This was my first experience with Digital Copy Protection. I have never personally experienced this, but I assume this is what it would be like to fuck a vagina made of thorns. Every nook and cranny of this flawed, gaping, warm hole of hell was wrought with bleeding pain in my lungs from screaming "Fuck you Warner Brothers. Bugs Bunny is the only good thing you have, and he's totally gay." After fucking around with Digital Rights, I was forced to upgrade to Windows Media Player 11. For this, I say, Thanks a lot, assholes. WMP11 blows cocks. It's got the usability of an autistic quarterback in a west coast offense. In fact, I would compare WMP11 to Matt Hasslebeck, in terms of suckitude. After restarting computer for the umpteenth time (and I say umpteenth because I stopped counting after bashing my fists against my computer keyboard and my cat and it stopped breathing, so now not only is my dvd broken, but so is my cat's spine ;_; ) and it still wouldn't work. I entered my authorization code only to realize this was some cruel joke you asshats have set up. Apparently, whatever I thought authorization meant, I was wrong. Either that, or it's opposite day and you guys haven't let me know this yet. Regardless, I eventually gave up and am using my copy of the Dark Knight as a coaster my numerous glasses of alcohol I shall be consuming after this very, very flawed attempt at enjoyment. If you are still reading this and haven't figured it out yet, I'm less than a happy panda. In fact, I would venture a guess that I am a sad panda, maybe even slightly angry. I may never see Heath Ledger's final big screen performance and I hope your conscience has enough room to deal with that. Knowing Heath as well as I did, he must have looked into the future, realized you guys were going to be such cockweasels with digital rights protection, and OD'ed to avoid reading the numerous blogs about how much you guys suck. In fact, I don't remember if he did or not, but if he has won the Oscar for this performance, I'm pretty sure he would dedicate it to all the pirates out there who have found a way past your clusterfucked defense and have enjoyed his stellar performance. In short, I hate you guys with a burning passion. Burning to the depths of my soul and it shall not be put out. I will never purchase from your company again. I hope you have a splendid day, because I sure as hell haven't. Signed, go fuck yourself.
Who doesn't love an angry rant filled with expletives?