Why Don't I Shut UP?

Wow...two blogs in one day? No, don't give me that much credit. The first one was more of a "creepy" post that I found morbidly interesting in a two-headed monkey in a circus sideshow kinda way. As I said in yesterday's post, I was on the verge of smashing my studio computer to tiny bits. Still there, y'all. I'm a computer person...i work on computers day in and day out, repair them, build them, teach them to fly...and no one is more frustrated by computers than I am. I literally resent them. How crazy is that? I walk into my office and I stop and stare at the foreboding box sitting in the corner waiting for me. I stand there staring back, wondering what magic it will create for me. What hurdles it with throw at me. I can honestly say that, as much as I NEED a computer in my life, I ...... LOATH .... THEM!

I hate them even more when they're not working. If I could walk out of my job today and be a park ranger or fisherman or something and know that I would be able to survive I would do it. But unfortunately I've been cursed with a sick desire to create things and I would rather not write stuff on paper...besides, how would anyone ever hear/see it? I know, I sound like some bitchy little girl right now. I admit it!!! But it still doesn't make me hate computers less.

And another thing...WHHHHY does the computer always take a dump on me when I really need it? Working on three recording projects at one time, all pumped up to work. Turn on the PC, and KERPLUNK...

Can you remember when we didn't rely on computers so strongly? I mean, I can think back to when I was 16. Not only did we not have a computer, we had a black and white TV. A 15" inch black and whiter that sat ontop of another dead RCA television. The dead TV had NEVER worked, I really think it was just there as a TV stand for the 15 incher. My sister and I would crowd around the TV because we honestly had to sit that close to see the picture. My mom would walk in the room and scold us that we were going to hurt our eyes, so we'd retreat back to the couch, strain our eyes to see the tiny screen and end up with crossed eyes and a headache. Go figure.

I would rather talk about something more interesting and thought-provoking...and trust me, i have a few things I want to talk about, but I am so pissed off about that damn computer that I need to vent. Thanks for listening.

posted by Michael Witmer @ Thursday, February 19, 2004