I hate computers

I expect I use a computer as much as anyone I know & I fancy myself pretty handy at getting them to do what I want them to do but sometimes I wonder. I used to warn my staff that some morning they might come in to work and discover a computer sized hole in the front window with a pile of glass and plastic lying on the ground outside.

I just went through an incredible ordeal with blogger trying to get it to post this photo with the previous post. After it deleted the photo four times running I finally gave up. I have no idea why some miserable piece of plastic or more likely some piece of computer code refused to allow that picture to co-exist with my previous post. And at some point you just stop caring. It takes forever for a file up upload on our satellite connection and then just when I thought I had finally succeeded in getting it to up upload Windows would give me some stupid error message and the whole mess would start over. Of course Window would very solicitously ask if I wanted to report the error to Microsoft. What I'd really like to do is grab the scrawny teenage programmer at Messysoft by his pubescent adam's apple and shake him while I scream at him for a while. That's never an option on the chirpy little message boxes that pop up on my screen.

We didn't eat at the pelican restaurant in Santa Barbara but it seemed like they thought that was a good place to eat at.