Is this how dependent I've become on technology?
I've spent the past two and a half days cursing my computer and the various cables and projections emanating from it, all because the silly thing won't let me connect to the Internet. There was a time -- very long ago -- when I didn't even understand what the hype about this Internet thing was all about, and even now it seems silly; ooh, so I can send text messages to people. Ahh, online TV listings. Hey, Canadian news is kind of nice. What, am I nuts?
I feel nuts right now, and am about to take it out on the collection of geeks on the second floor who insist they only deal with staff and faculty members, so I'll have to send some guy an e-mail ("How?", I asked) so he can e-mail me back with his technological wisdom. Screw that, just fix your server and reload my profile -- having gotten a second opinion from Irish computer science guy, I pretty much know what's wrong. Not that this "Gary" I'm supposed to contact cares, I'm sure.
At least I'll be getting wireless in ten minutes -- if these guys don't hurt my poor Cerebro more. It's like the second brain I've always wanted, I swear.
I've spent the past two and a half days cursing my computer and the various cables and projections emanating from it, all because the silly thing won't let me connect to the Internet. There was a time -- very long ago -- when I didn't even understand what the hype about this Internet thing was all about, and even now it seems silly; ooh, so I can send text messages to people. Ahh, online TV listings. Hey, Canadian news is kind of nice. What, am I nuts?
I feel nuts right now, and am about to take it out on the collection of geeks on the second floor who insist they only deal with staff and faculty members, so I'll have to send some guy an e-mail ("How?", I asked) so he can e-mail me back with his technological wisdom. Screw that, just fix your server and reload my profile -- having gotten a second opinion from Irish computer science guy, I pretty much know what's wrong. Not that this "Gary" I'm supposed to contact cares, I'm sure.
At least I'll be getting wireless in ten minutes -- if these guys don't hurt my poor Cerebro more. It's like the second brain I've always wanted, I swear.
