confuser blues
After finally getting my dial-up connection running, I am graced with the reminder of how much I fucking hate computers. The home office that Tea and I share is a post-modern hell hole for recently outdated technology to rest in hope of resurection. Beside me is a scanner we got for free. It is the size of a wheelbarrow. I don't know how to stop my printer. I may have just signed my life away to aol. I have about twelve programs that are involved with my digital camera, but I have no idea how to get pictures to go from one to another. The sbc people won't stop pushing their dsl on me. All the microsoft office programs seem to have been created by some Japanesse architect on mushrooms..... Why does this shit stress me out so bad? Is it because my mind refuses to work in a linear manner? Is this all just so obvious and I'm just blowing it out of proportion? Maybe it like when I first started to learn how to play the guitar and I learned all kinds of crazy jazz chords that I could barely play, subsequently all the easy chords then just confused me.