On a good day I like computers.
On a bad day I’m not impressed with them.
Right now I hate them.
Right now I long for the days when I used a typewriter. Whatever I typed was on paper. I couldn’t get erased, it couldn’t get lost (unless I forgot where I put the document).
With a computer you just never know. The document is somewhere in the memory, but unless you remember where you saved it … good luck finding it.
Take today for instance. I spend the better part of the day researching and typing an article. I saved it, I know I did, because I remember seeing the title of the article at the top of the document, but now it’s nowhere to be found.
I looked in all kinds of folders; I even let the computer do a search … nothing. The document is gone. Hours of time and effort wasted. Is it any wonder that I long for the days when typewriters were used?
Of course I’m not giving up. The day that a computer gets the better of me is the day that pigs fly. I’ll do another search, and if need be another and another. Or, like Julius Caesar said “I came, I saw, I conquered.”
Then again, the poor man never had to deal with a computer. If he had, and he had encountered the trouble that thing gives, his famous quote might have been “I came, I saw, I gave up”.