I was something of a computer geek in my freshman year in high school, & then I sort of realized that I was, indeed, a computer geek & decided that if I was ever going to get girls to talk to me something would have to change, so I dropped the computer stuff & was just a regular ole geek for a while.
throughout the nineties I touched computers rarely & reluctantly. (it was somewhat different with girls, but that is not the subject of this partik'ler diatribe.)
anyway--at present my computer is mightily befucked & I kinda wonder if I oughtn't've dismissed the desktop friend/enemy/information conduit/ secret lover so prematurely.
pop-ups & unwanted downloads have been descending like Biblical plagues, it's been shutting off or freezing at random, usually incredibly inconvenient moments, & lovingly crafted emails have been evaporating moments before I snick the "send" button.
fortunately, I have helpful friends who know how to deal with these things. unfortunately, I can't figure out what the hell they're talking about but nonetheless I nod understandingly & make comprehensive little noises.
I'm the same way with cars.
at any rate, I'm kind of hoping it all works out. I've downloaded a couple of "spyware stoppers", sprinkled holy water over the CPU, & shaken my fist at the monitor in a threatening manner whilst scowling darkly.
it's not an entirely bad thing, I suppose, that it's been behaving the way it has, in that while it's been bubbling & heaving I've been plugging away at the guitar, which I think I'm beginning to get a bit of profficiency in, & I think it's a good sign that when I play something that sounds awful to me I'm more inclined to keep going over it than to just give up & flip on the tv.
I wonder how different my life would've been had I gone the computer route? or started learning guitar at 19 instead of 29? or stayed in college? or film?
the decision looming up this next spring is whether I'm going to go back into college or film--I have very fond memories of both & going back to one or the other leads along a much better route to where I'm going than thru where I'm at.
assuming the computer doesn't blow up in the meantime, of course.
throughout the nineties I touched computers rarely & reluctantly. (it was somewhat different with girls, but that is not the subject of this partik'ler diatribe.)
anyway--at present my computer is mightily befucked & I kinda wonder if I oughtn't've dismissed the desktop friend/enemy/information conduit/ secret lover so prematurely.
pop-ups & unwanted downloads have been descending like Biblical plagues, it's been shutting off or freezing at random, usually incredibly inconvenient moments, & lovingly crafted emails have been evaporating moments before I snick the "send" button.
fortunately, I have helpful friends who know how to deal with these things. unfortunately, I can't figure out what the hell they're talking about but nonetheless I nod understandingly & make comprehensive little noises.
I'm the same way with cars.
at any rate, I'm kind of hoping it all works out. I've downloaded a couple of "spyware stoppers", sprinkled holy water over the CPU, & shaken my fist at the monitor in a threatening manner whilst scowling darkly.
it's not an entirely bad thing, I suppose, that it's been behaving the way it has, in that while it's been bubbling & heaving I've been plugging away at the guitar, which I think I'm beginning to get a bit of profficiency in, & I think it's a good sign that when I play something that sounds awful to me I'm more inclined to keep going over it than to just give up & flip on the tv.
I wonder how different my life would've been had I gone the computer route? or started learning guitar at 19 instead of 29? or stayed in college? or film?
the decision looming up this next spring is whether I'm going to go back into college or film--I have very fond memories of both & going back to one or the other leads along a much better route to where I'm going than thru where I'm at.
assuming the computer doesn't blow up in the meantime, of course.