Technical Difficulties
said the Jack Russell bitch to the Mastiff dog.
Apart from that universal truth, we have technologicalityishness problems with our PC. I was informed that there were many facets to the problem – indeed he began not only to list, but to explain them – but I have happily accepted the more layman’s explanation that ‘the computer is trying to die’.
What does that mean for us, dear blog-reading-foodies? Well, I have crept on here between my beloved’s swearing/problem solving sessions and as you can see, am typing this to you with little difficulty.
In fact, I have a few recipes to share and have drafted the prose, finalised the format of the recipes. There is one little problem though. Photos.
For some reason, known only to itself, the computer has taken against the hub/camera card reader with an anger so vehement that it’s shocking. It doesn’t quite reach the point of the blue screen of death, but the hatred that spews forth with each dismissive message is palpable. In true windows style, the explanations are different every time:
‘This device is not working’
‘Windows does not recognise this device’
*freeze*
< nothing happening
‘please insert disc’ (that one earned a wtf? from my husband)
and other silly things.
So the answer is to re-load the camera software and put the lead straight into the camera to enjoy the agony that is the very slow uploading of photos to computer. And that is what we shall do.
As soon as we can find the lead.
You don’t even want to KNOW what happened when he tried to save something to a CD.
In short, bear with us. The PC’s acting up. Shall we have a sing-a-long whilst we wait? Shall we daydream about what we could eat right now, this second if it were to magically appear in front of us?
I’ll start. I wish for grilled lobster and chewy bread. Next?
Sack the blimmin computer, eat the lobster. Let’s not forget our priorities. Am happy to provide my fax number so you can send me some pics. Alternatively, very happy to rely on your fabulous writing Anna as you always manage to conjure pictures with words. x
Aw Alix, you’re so sweet. Thank you! x
Danny – I imagined you imagining his face whilst swearing at it and I’m pleased to tell you that you imagined it perfectly.
Well, the PC seems a bit more stable now – he’s going to try again with the card reader thingy this evening, so fingers crossed.
Now that I’ve finished pretending to eat lobster, the next imaginary food is praline paste with meringue – a recipe I’m chewing over and imagining the finished product is a help.