Ah, technology. That thing we all need but we all kind of hate. If there was ever a love-hate relationship, it is with our devices.
You may wonder what happened that would lead me to speak on this matter tonight in particular. You may wonder where this is coming from.
Well, dear reader, it all started yesterday, when my computer decided to commit suicide.
That's right. My computer DIED yesterday.
I got home for work, ready to go for a quick run, when I open my computer. Aha, that's where the trouble starts. My screen freaks first. Followed by the odd updating and undoing the changes forevermore. Indeed, we've got problems.
Well, I took my mother's advice and took it to Geek Squad. Alas, they couldn't help me. My computer is toast. It committed suicide, stealing my documents with it.
Lucky for me and for my darling readers, I keep everything backed up online and on a flash drive (YOU'RE WELCOME). I only lost a few chapters of Forbidden. Chapters that weren't really working anyway.
Now, with a new laptop in hand, I write to you dear readers about the unfortunate betrayals of technology.
The lesson here? Don't put any kind of faith in a piece of hardware.
This world is not for survival. It's a place of beautiful people and impossible dreams. We live in a world where we can do more than survive. We can live. We can hope. But most of all, we can dream.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
The Tale of the Exploding Sparkling Water
So, the scene is set.
I'm at work, back in the car with my co-workers, just finishing the first house of the day. It's lunch time.
Little do I know how, ah, exciting this lunch day will be. I pull out my peach flavored sparkling water, which is delicious and unopened.
I have a feeling you know where this is going.
You're right. I start to open it. Really just crack it open to let this fizz die down. But when I give it one twist--JUST ONE TWIST, MIND YOU--lunchtime becomes a time of chaos, embarrassment, and hilarity. Mmm, delicious, right?
The drink starts fizzing overboard, seriously bubbling all over the place. I mean, EVERYWHERE. For a minute, I just sit there and squeal (Maybe I was too surprised to actually make a sound but I was squealing inside). And then finally the bubbling stops and I have this fountain of sparkling water in my lap. Sticky and gross. EW.
We all laugh. It's pretty silly and unexpected. And there's my excitement for the day: attacked by a store-bought drink.
No worries, all ends well with a pair of dry pants from my car.
Lesson learned? Use caution when opening sparkling drinks.
I'm at work, back in the car with my co-workers, just finishing the first house of the day. It's lunch time.
Little do I know how, ah, exciting this lunch day will be. I pull out my peach flavored sparkling water, which is delicious and unopened.
I have a feeling you know where this is going.
You're right. I start to open it. Really just crack it open to let this fizz die down. But when I give it one twist--JUST ONE TWIST, MIND YOU--lunchtime becomes a time of chaos, embarrassment, and hilarity. Mmm, delicious, right?
The drink starts fizzing overboard, seriously bubbling all over the place. I mean, EVERYWHERE. For a minute, I just sit there and squeal (Maybe I was too surprised to actually make a sound but I was squealing inside). And then finally the bubbling stops and I have this fountain of sparkling water in my lap. Sticky and gross. EW.
We all laugh. It's pretty silly and unexpected. And there's my excitement for the day: attacked by a store-bought drink.
No worries, all ends well with a pair of dry pants from my car.
Lesson learned? Use caution when opening sparkling drinks.
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