Tuesday 24 May 2011

Of hatred and computers


I need a computer. You need a computer (or you wouldn't be here). Computers are useful. But today, I HATE computers!

Years ago, my then toddler daughter was ill (bear with me; there's a point to this). I called the doctor (a thing I very rarely did), but by the time he arrived, daughter was sitting in her high chair looking disgustingly healthy and eating a huge lunch. I was mortified.

The same thing happened today with my computer. I had a problem, and I rang Elliot, who is young and brilliant with computers, and knows all about cookies and browsers and search engines and all that stuff. And guess what. As soon as he arrived, the computer (as it were) sat up in its high chair and ate a huge lunch. I had checked it all day, to make sure the problem was still there, and it was. But as soon as Elliot arrived, it recovered, putting me to shame. Because Elliot is very busy and had fitted me in at the end of his hectic day.

That's all.

12 comments:

  1. I hate that, the baby being ill thing and the computer being ill thing, and everything being fine when the expert (finally) turns up. Grrrrrrrrr.

    Munchie had a huge temp and a rash and I phoned the GP, who sighed and decided he'd better see her. By the time I'd rustled up a taxi and sat in the waiting room for 15 mins Munchie was her normal perfect self, and asked the GP for a croissant. Hm.

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  2. Our computer had the same problem Frances, I spent ages de-fragmenting, deleting old files etc. Then hubby just switched it all down, started it up again and hey presto. They are unpredictable aren't they? How's the book coming on?

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  3. I have an office chair with wheels because I hate computers. When I start shouting at mine, my beloved wheels me away to a quiet corner until he's sorted the problem out. Then he wheels me back and we pretend the whole thing never happened.

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  4. Aliya, your Munchie is very sophisticated. My daughtehad never come across croissants, but always asked for "cakit" (ie cake or biscuit; whatever happened to be going).

    Suzy, thanks for asking about the book, but no news. I'm still waiting....

    Oh Patsy! I MUST get a chair with wheels!

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  5. Haha! Sometimes I hate computers to. Especially when google chrome or IE9 take mine over and do things with it that I don't want and don't know how to reverse. Then I want to go back and live in the bush with no computers!
    Judy, South Africa

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  6. When my computer goes wrong I give it a good talking to and threaten it with the tip, then I leave it for half an hour and, when I return, it behaves. Works every time! Same with the temperamental printer.

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  7. Frustrating... it's my Internet connection that keeps going on and off. But if I report it, bet I'd lose it all together. Think it's the problem of lines in the village here.

    I like Lynne's idea of giving the computer a good talking to - must try that!

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  8. Judy, next time you head for the bush, please take me with you (I worked in Zambia for a while, and the bush was soooo beautiful)!

    Hi, Lynne. Perhaps that's where I went wrong. I should have talked to it nicely (I actually shouted).

    Rosemary good luck with your internet. I think that's the most infuriating of all.

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  9. BTW Lynne, I've tried repeatedly to post a comment on your blog, but it's having none of it. Is this your problem, or mine? Anyway, I love the phone box library (that was all I wanted to say)!

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  10. My car often does that when I take it to the garage to show them the noise it's making. It smugly refuses to make the noise. Very annoying.

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  11. Taking the car to the garage because it's making a funny noise that stops as soon as you get there - it's all the same syndrome. There must be a name for it.

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  12. Deborah there is. It's what my father used to call, very politely, "the law of undesirable concidences"! (sod's law to the rest of us).

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