Sometimes I truly hate technology.
Seriously. I remember wanting so much to have a TV in my bedroom and then when I finally got one, I suddenly stopped talking to the person I shared my bed with every night. We just started watching TV in bed and stopped talking to each other until we fell asleep like we used to.
That wasn't what I wanted.
I remember so much wanting a cell phone! "MY GOD!!! I CAN TALK TO ANYONE FROM ANYWHERE!!!" Now, I don't want to be able to be reached at all times.
I never wanted the fax machine, and I still don't like them or trust them. I put a piece of paper in a shelf thingy, it gets sucked into a scanner thingy, then I push a dial the phone number button, the scanner proceeds to scream at me with high pitched clicks and whinnies, it spits out my paper, then I hear some other awful high pitched noise and then, VOILA! Maybe it went through, maybe it didn't? Maybe the person on the other end got it, maybe some other office drone on the other end saw it and tossed it away. Maybe they didn't have paper loaded into the thing and so Tom Cruise had just enough time to sneak his brother out of a prison and then jump out of a window. I DON'T TRUST FAX MACHINES!!!!
But, today's post isn't about fax machines.... no... It is about the curse of technology and computers especially. No, I am not going to go into the grand scheme of how computers may or may not be harming humanity. I think humanity looks for ways to harm itself all the time. Computers are just another way of doing that. Eventually we'll have something like "COMPUTERS ON JET SKIS" to add to the whole virtual reality excitement to physical harm ratio.
No, today's post is me ranting about why today's post is what it is and isn't what it was supposed to be!
Perhaps you'll recall this post from last week: MOO-1 (My Offensive Opinion: Group 1). If you don't recall this one, that's because, only 8 people read it. I thought it was good. Yet, apparently not. Anyway, it got to be so long that it had to be turned into a two parter. So, on the same day I completed MOO-1, I completed MOO-2.
I was quite proud of myself.
Now, I pretty much try to post two blogs a week as of late and as I posted MOO-1 on Tuesday, and Valentine's Day was Thursday(and truly deserved a post dedicated to such a day ) I opted to hold MOO-2 off until today!
So, last night, I was making a few last minute revisions to MOO-2. At the same time, I was working on a very sweet post about me getting all mushy over how much I love my kid. I really do love her so.
MUST. FIGHT. BACK. THE TEARS OF MUSHINESS!!!
Anyway, I had written out some text and had copied and pasted it to the post about my daughter. Then I went back to MOO-2 and made a few changes. Then I went back to the Daughter post. I made a few typos and did the whole "CTRL-Z" thing to make corrections.
I CTRL-Z'd about 8 times and was finally back to the original pasted text on my daughter post, which is where I wanted to be. Then I hit "SAVE." At this point, the world went in slo-mo, but I could not stop my forefinger from clicking the mouse and saving my revisions.
Some how, I was no longer working in my daughter's post but had been transported back to my MOO-2 post but with the copied and pasted text from the mushy post about my kid. I never CTRL-A'd (highlighted all) my MOO-2 text and I never CTRL-V'd (pasted) the mushy text into MOO-2, but there it was. And now, my original many many many pages of text for MOO-2 were gone.
I've no idea what happened. But alas, I currently have two matching posts about my kid and one of them is just wrong.
I got very upset and drowned my sorrow in a few rounds of Words With Friends.
I will eventually get back to re-writing MOO-2(explaining the significance of "MOO"), but alas, right now, I just need space.
I'm going to go climb into bed and watch TV. Maybe I'll call someone on my cell phone. I have a house phone line right next to my bed, but, it is just too far to reach for. Seriously, I'd have to roll onto my side to reach it and I'm just not up for that right now. My cell phone is just too damn easy.
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