The damn thing swelled up like a puffer fish and I’m not kidding. The bottom bowed out and refused to lay flat on the desk. It wobbled and rocked and teetered and, frankly, looked a little explosive. I took it to the repair shop and left it for them to deal with. So, now, I’m … Continue reading : uh-oh, computer’s down :
Tag: technology
: joyriding in the idea cab :
C’mon, what is an idea if not a wildly undependable vehicle, one that's careening along strange, shadowy, unfamiliar avenues? You’ve no control whatsoever, you don’t even know where you are. The only option is to sit in the passenger seat, goggle-eyed and clenched like a fist, wondering where you're headed. Sometimes you arrive safe and … Continue reading : joyriding in the idea cab :
: do you ever get on your own nerves? :
Why, yes. Yes, I do. In fact, I’m often at odds with myself, because I’m a pain in my own ass. There’s simply no reason to pretend otherwise. Oh, I can be fun to hang out with occasionally. I’m pretty good company when I try, very entertaining. Other times I just want to strangle me. … Continue reading : do you ever get on your own nerves? :
: the great flummoxing :
Lucky me. I live in an age where everything is smarter than I am. Everything. Homes, televisions, watches, cars — they’re all deemed ‘Smart’ these days. I’m not. Heck, I couldn’t even program a Smart device, let alone understand one. But guess what: I don’t care. At all. Not even a little bit. Truth be … Continue reading : the great flummoxing :
: where the heck is fema? :
My computer went belly up on Thursday and that, to my way of thinking, is the literal definition of disaster — an event short of catastrophe, but way beyond fiasco. So where the heck is FEMA with my aid and support? Where’s the Red Cross? I’m sitting here in the rubble, picking my way through … Continue reading : where the heck is fema? :
: the diva in your pocket :
Speaking of narcissists, if we were all as temperamental and high-strung as the smartphones we ferry around, the world would be unbearable. Nothing would get done. Ever. Our lone activities would be clamoring for attention and throwing tantrums: look at me, look at me, listen, pick me up, talk to me, watch this, yoohoo, ring, … Continue reading : the diva in your pocket :
