Computer Dependency
We just got back from a trip to the Great Smokeys. No, not the ones out in the Appalachians, the ones all over Washington State, the Great Hazies. Got home and turned on my computer only to discover it had died. Ordinarily I don’t grieve for machines that have given up the ghost, but you maybe know yourself that a goodly part of your life resides in those PC’s and Macs. E-mails, files, photos, news, all the digital connections that keep us tethered to the outside world.
Sad, really, since our outside world here is pretty much all we used to need. Another day or two of internet withdrawal and it will be again, trust me. So bear with me, or not. I know blogger loyalty is probably not high on anyone’s list these days, and if you need to move on, I’ll try not to feel too spurned. In the computer world, you trip, the folks behind you will trample you to death. I understand that. Which is why I’ve hijacked the mizzus’ machine to type in this message.
But now I have to turn my attention to computer repair. Always iffy, always dangerous, always scary. Yesterday I managed to reach into the motherboard, changed a cmos battery, rebooted … and nothing. Today I go in with a hammer. We’ll see soon enough who’s boss here. Although … I think we all know how this movie ends. Cyberspace … where nobody hears me scream.
Hits: 113