Oh how precariously we are balanced on the edge of the ones and the zeros…
There we were, minding our own business….
All we wanted to do was to vacuum out the copious dustbunnies from my computer’s innards yesterday morning. A worthy pursuit of cleanliness and prudent computer ownership… right?
Alas, disaster struck. Hub Man accidentally severed my compter’s brain stem. Its medula oblongata is toast. Its nerve endings flail about like the Borg Queen in that Star Trek movie. Tzzt, tzzt, tzzt.
We have floated out several options for a replacement, including an in depth look at going over to the dark side and getting an IMac. Oh those Apples are so shiney! Just like the one that the evil queen offered to Snow White.
I am sending this to you from Hub Man’s computer. I am officially just a ‘guest’ here with my own log in etc. But it feels sort of like wearing someone else’s underwear if you know what I mean.
That’s okay. I’m in a weird mind space today. This whole thing has thrown me into my usual Luddite existential meltdown mode. Not unlike operating your computer in ‘safe mode’. Things look wonky, and you just KNOW if you ask it to do too much, it’s gonna crash and reboot on you.
It may be a little while before I’m back up and running as usual, but that of course is the problem, after giving it the deep think last night before going to bed, I decided in my relationship with computers, there IS no normal. It’s just a series of fantasical promises and bitter betrayals interspersed with happy moments watching my fellow humans on You Tube, and being inspired by people half way around the world.
My God, computers make my head hurt.
I shall be using my time differently for some days to come. Knitting is taking center stage as I will be embarking on a new project that is near and dear to my heart today. And I will also be scribbling with old fashioned tools an essay along the lines of a Greek tragedy about the compters I have known. . .
(I guess this means it won’t have a happy ending…. Sounds like fun!)
If there are spelling errors on this page, they are entirely my fault, my fault my most grievious fault. I left my spell checker on bloggar…. which, oh my god, I will have to reinstall when I get the new computer. Today I feel like Marvin in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Look it up on the tubes.
Can anything good come from this?
Don’t forget your towel.
And thanks for all the fish.
Make mine salmon if you please.
(Someone hit the off button on her will you? I see a twitch in her eye. She’s starting to overheat. Must be the dustbunnies. Where’s that vacuum cleaner?)
Tzzt, tzzt, tzzt.