Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I hate technology. It's supposedly designed to make your life easier, when it often seems to make it a living hell.
Twice, I was in the middle of composing my next post, and it was going to be mind blowing and brilliant (hey, some of us have sexual fantasies and some of us just have fantasies), when my computer crashed before I was able to either publish or save the damn thing.
But then again, what can I expect? I own what I have been told is a dinosaur, as my computer is (gasp) about seven years old. It's really kind of scary when you think how quickly one's equipment becomes obsolete.
I feel so old when I think that when I was a child, no one had a PC. When I was fourteen, I enrolled in a computer sciences class at school and to write our programs, we had to fill out those little cards with an HB pencil and then feed it into the computer to read. Then when I was fifteen, my dad brought home a PC from work. We were the big shooters on the block because it was probably about three years before they hit the market and most people started shelling out the big bucks to get them.
The funny thing was that I resisted using a computer during university, clinging doggedly to my Smith Corona typewriter. About a year or two post-graduation, I finally broke down and bought a computer and then just turned my back on my faithful typewriter. I've now gone through about six computers since then and am contemplating throwing this one in the dumpster because of its non-performance issues. The other day when I was storing some stuff in my attic, I tripped over my Smith Corona. On a lark, I brought it downstairs with me, dusted it off, removed the cover, inserted a sheet of paper into and turned it on. My baby revved into action right away. After all these years (and sadly, it has been many), the thing still works impeccably.
What ever happened to the old adage "if it ain't broke, don't fix it"?
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Yeah and trying to find just a basic phone without a camera and the ability to do just about everything, is a near impossibility. And the funny thing is, when you say that you just want a basic phone, people look at you like you've grown horns.
I just can't get past the liquid paper and typo correct paper. If I remember correctly, you are an awesome typist so your memories of typewriters are probably good. I remember my typing teacher slamming my head into the keys in grade nine.
Sounds like you could have a potential lawsuit on your hands, Snooze. Go back, sue your typing teacher, alleging emotional trauma from the event. Say you've never really gotten over it and that the sight of typewriters, to this day, sends you into a frenzy.
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