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Where's a blowtorch when you need one?
Days like these (that is, every day) I want to smash all technology to pieces and go live in a cave, carving onto the walls if I want to write anything. It's more dependable.
We have five computers. Mind you, they're all second-hand things we've gotten for free from people who no longer had any use for them. However, that's a whole lot of technology. You'd think if we put them all together, somehow we'd have at least one working computer.
*Emits angry noises belonging to no known human language*
No such luck. One computer is fine for word processing; it's where I've done most of my novel writing. But it's too slow to have any hope of using the Internet on it. Another computer doesn't recognize its own disk drive. Another just died without warning or reason. The laptop works great with the Internet, but it blithely ignores the existence of its flash drive. And finally, the newest one seems to hate the Internet with a burning passion, or at least refuses to acknowledge any connection even when all the cords are properly hooked up. Oh, and it also pretends it has no CD drive.
The current problem? I, the great moron, lost the software for our digital camera. My dad said we could easily download it from online. So I did so, on the laptop. That was when I discovered it doesn't recognize its flash drive, in this case meaning the camera. So I turned on the other computer to download the software there, only to have the Internet browser declare quite confidently, "page not found." Erm, it's the homepage, of course you can find it. But not if the computer lives in La-La Land, where the Internet is only a mythical place that requires magic and sorcery to access. I want to destroy something. I really do. It will accomplish absolutely nothing except to make me fists hurt from pounding things, but I'm not exactly thinking of long-term consequences here. I wanted ever-so-desperately to get our camera working so we could put pictures on our first ever Christmas letter and get it sent out sometime before New Year's. Blah. So much for that. I hate technology. Unfortunately, I'd be miserable in a cave as well. Maybe I just hate things in general.
We have five computers. Mind you, they're all second-hand things we've gotten for free from people who no longer had any use for them. However, that's a whole lot of technology. You'd think if we put them all together, somehow we'd have at least one working computer.
*Emits angry noises belonging to no known human language*
No such luck. One computer is fine for word processing; it's where I've done most of my novel writing. But it's too slow to have any hope of using the Internet on it. Another computer doesn't recognize its own disk drive. Another just died without warning or reason. The laptop works great with the Internet, but it blithely ignores the existence of its flash drive. And finally, the newest one seems to hate the Internet with a burning passion, or at least refuses to acknowledge any connection even when all the cords are properly hooked up. Oh, and it also pretends it has no CD drive.
The current problem? I, the great moron, lost the software for our digital camera. My dad said we could easily download it from online. So I did so, on the laptop. That was when I discovered it doesn't recognize its flash drive, in this case meaning the camera. So I turned on the other computer to download the software there, only to have the Internet browser declare quite confidently, "page not found." Erm, it's the homepage, of course you can find it. But not if the computer lives in La-La Land, where the Internet is only a mythical place that requires magic and sorcery to access. I want to destroy something. I really do. It will accomplish absolutely nothing except to make me fists hurt from pounding things, but I'm not exactly thinking of long-term consequences here. I wanted ever-so-desperately to get our camera working so we could put pictures on our first ever Christmas letter and get it sent out sometime before New Year's. Blah. So much for that. I hate technology. Unfortunately, I'd be miserable in a cave as well. Maybe I just hate things in general.