I really don’t have a lucky charm, but this week I sure as hell needed one. It started this past Friday when my husband notified me while I was working, that my “older than dirt computer” had joined the ranks of the dearly departed.
“Can’t you fix it?” I asked, maybe demanded would be closer to the truth. My husband is the go to person when I run into a tech problem while working on my book or blog.
“It’s time to get a new one,” he countered. “We’ll talk more when you get done work.”
Since I’m so tech challenged, which is really aggravating for me because I’m so very interested in everything techie, I went with the only possible solution and shopped for a new computer. Long story short, I’m happy with the one I purchased, but not happy with being haunted by the spirit of the old computer.
My husband was able to rescue my manuscript, synopsis, agent’s letter and short stories from the old computer and transfer them to the new, but some of my pictures and e-mail contacts including, Zombie Squad, Unicef, Somaly mam are now floating around in space and only God knows what happened to the lesson plans I had written while working at the Academy of Natural Sciences.
Maybe the astronauts on the Russian space station are enjoying my notes on the dioramas of the Academy.
Since I’m on a rant right now, I might as well mention how much I hate the new time line on Facebook.
Is it just me? I don’t think so. What can we do? Where do we protest this change? Should I ask Occupy Wall Street for some pointers? I had mentioned to my sister, who is just as upset with the timeline, that I was tempted to write a letter to Mr. Mark Zuckerberg. It would go like this:
I’m so very happy that you gave us a fun way to connect with the rest of the world, but please give us back the old facebook page. We’re either too busy or too old to learn new tricks. Hell, I can’t even walk and chew gum at the same time, so please return us to those happier days when I could easily scan the page and participate with my friends and family. Everyone will jump for joy.
Not too change the subject, I’ve somehow misplaced my level six vampire and my webkin puppy named Zeppie.
They’re hidden somewhere on Facebook, lost forever among the misplaced requests for Farmville…or maybe the Russian Astronauts are enjoying their company along with my missing files.
Wish me luck, I’m sending you this blog from my new computer…oops what did I just hit?