I am typing this while holding my breath and crossing my fingers, hoping that my computer will last long enough to get it posted. You see, over the weekend, my lifeline, my beloved laptop, has decided to turn on me. One minute I’m obliviously surfing the web, the next minute the “Blue Screen of Death” is mocking me. I hadn’t even heard of BSOD (that’s what those of us in the know call it) until Friday night, and here I am fervently hoping that a trip to the “computer doctor” will be successful and inexpensive.
Scarf- New York & Co.
Skinny Jeans- Old Navy
Technology and I have a contentious relationship. We always have. I have long believed that I was born in the wrong era. I love the convenience of technology, but I don’t understand it one lick. It’s a little embarrassing, really. I just expect it to work. Turn it on and do what you need to do. Same thing with the TV, the DVR, the cell phone- just work, dammit! I turn into a spoiled, petulant child when something stops working- pouting, crying, stomping, the whole nine yards.
The extent of my repair knowledge is equally pitiful. Restart or ALT+CTRL+DEL. That’s it. Don’t ask me about error codes or programs or kernels or dump files or whatever. I am just going to look at it and whine, “Why won’t it work? Why?!?!” All of this is to say, clearly, I have become too dependent upon the technology available to me. I still have computer technology available to me in the meantime, but as of right now, I cannot predict how long I’m going to be adrift in the ocean, alone without my beloved Toshiba.
I fair thee well, kind readers. And I hope to see you soon!