Thursday, December 1, 2011

honey, i broke the laptop

It just doesn't make any sense.

I'm a fairly bright woman with a college degree. I've been using computers for some thirty years now. So why oh why oh WHY does it seem that I'm incapable of completing the simplest tasks independently without having to ask my husband to get me out of a jam?

I started this blog maybe three days ago. My first "trick" was composing my post on the blogger page, previewing it, and then having it crash before I could save or post it.

Back to start. Think I've heard that others had made that mistake--

Yesterday was a busy day, with doctor appointments for my parents and then collapsing with the husband. No writing, til I couldn't sleep at 11 pm and got up and wrote until 12:30. . .

At which time the computer locked up.

Tight.

Now, I'll be the first to admit that I'm no fan of laptops. That whole touchscreen business makes me goofy, particularly when you take a breath and it highlights and quickly deletes whole paragraphs of your work. "Hey presto," as Kurt Vonnegut would say. But at this point the cursor wouldn't respond to ANY ACTION on the keyboard, including trying to save. I finally gave up on it and went to bed.

We have a standing joke that whenever I get in trouble, in issues electrical or mechanical or electronic, the pat response is, "That's why I married an engineer." In almost every case, Rich will pick up whatever offending object has been terrorizing me, and in his hands it will instantly become docile and anxious to please. It's uncanny-- not to mention maddening, not to mention devastating to whatever shreds of competence I try to maintain. Today, however, it took awhile before the computer behaved any better for him than it had for me.

But then, suddenly, it righted itself again.

I don't suppose it's possible to blog in longhand. . . ?

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