Friday, September 15, 2006

My Love/Hate Relationship

Home computers are being called upon to perform many new functions, including the consumption of homework formerly eaten by the dog. ~ Doug Larson

I love my computer -- or maybe just computers in general. They allow me to edit without retyping entire pages. The keep all of my writing in a tiny space. The internet has introduced me to people who are some of my best friends.

I hate my computer -- I have been fighting with it the past three mornings when it locks up out of the blue. Thankfully, I've never lost data. What I have lost, and what is almost as precious, is TIME.

This morning alone, I've been struggling to do anything with the blasted thing for forty-five minutes. FORTY-FIVE minutes. It's working now, thus far, though my typing lags behind a little ... you know -- I type a word and the curser takes a couple seconds to move. It's a little disconcerting.

I was supposed to do the Friday Feast today but I can't get into the website for some reason. If I manage to get in the next time I have a moment, I'll do it. Until then, I need to type up the Maass lesson I did last night as well as start my query letter for Liv because I came up with what I think is a cool first sentence -- thought of it as I was dozing off, argued with myself for a minute about whether I should turn the light on and write it down (the devil on my should assured me I'd remember it in the morning -- but I can remember what I did five minutes ago, let along seven hours).

I considered blogging about Poisoned pigeons fall from sky in Texarkana

The exterminator company said that the birds dying was "an unfortunate side effect" of putting out poisoned corn. Uh. O--k-a-a-a-y. I can see it now:

"But, your honor, her death was an unfortunate side effect of my putting cyanide in her coffe."


It's one of the reasons I won't let my husband bait deer in our backyard during hunting season -- it seems more than a little bit rude to invite someone to dinner and then kill them. I told him that, if he must hunt, he has to do it the old fashioned way. He hasn't gotten a deer in three years (although his uncle has, and gave them to us. Oh. Yay. But that's another story).

Hopefully this post will post and not lock up the computer. I hate this blasted thing that I can't live without.


Judy said...

I know what you mean about the love/hate relationship. This computer is SO laggy... and it's not but about 3 years old! We're already making sounds about buying a new one (but not until I get my laptop!)

We can share purple underwear, but DH says we'd look awfully funny walking around like siamese twins joined at the hip! (don't ask, people... just go read my blog and comments for yesterday!)

I don't know what was wrong with Friday's Feast earlier. It's up now... and so's my feast!

qxkpt - Quickly (e)xamine keeping panties tight.

Tori Lennox said...

Geez. Killer racoons. Poisoned pigeons. I even saw a story about cows attacking people! What next?

*hugs* on the computer problems.

hpwovfoy = has paul written on victor's favorite overweight yakuza?

darcy said...

It doesn't happen to lock up after about ten minutes or so, does it? I had this problem with a computer a couple of years ago and it turned out to be the fan. When a fan fails, the *whatever* in there gets too hot and then all sorts of bad stuff starts to happen <-- technical jargon ;^) You should be able to hear your fan running if you listen for it. Worth a try?