Where have I been? Same old place, except for this weekend when I was in Portland, but I haven't felt like blogging lately. It's too bad because interesting things have occurred, like this and this.
I wrote a few blog posts out by hand during my classes, but then I never feel compelled to actually put them on my blog. I'd be better at keeping a diary than a blog, as Lisa pointed out, but that means little now.
Posts about Portland will be up shortly. I was going to put them up now, but just realized I forgot the notebook in my room. Photos from my phone will also be delayed because I hate technology and Bluetooth confuses me.
Showing posts with label technology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label technology. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Not a morning person
I am not skilled when it comes to technology. I am not a morning person. Thus, I am even less skilled with technology in the morning. I am even less of a morning person before coffee.
Now that these premises are established, the following story hopefully sounds a bit less mean.
When I came to the office before class this morning, a reporter was trying to get in. I unlocked the door and went to check my e-mail and drink my coffee. The reporter need to print something.
"The printer is not working," he said. "It cut off the page. Can you fix it?"
This reporter knows I do not do technology.
I gave him a blank look, which soon became a silent glare. He left my desk, which was my goal all along.
Don't worry though, the glare impact will not be long lasting. He'll be back soon enough.
Now that these premises are established, the following story hopefully sounds a bit less mean.
When I came to the office before class this morning, a reporter was trying to get in. I unlocked the door and went to check my e-mail and drink my coffee. The reporter need to print something.
"The printer is not working," he said. "It cut off the page. Can you fix it?"
This reporter knows I do not do technology.
I gave him a blank look, which soon became a silent glare. He left my desk, which was my goal all along.
Don't worry though, the glare impact will not be long lasting. He'll be back soon enough.
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