One of them being technology. After much toil and trouble, I still cannot get my new keyboard to work at 100% with my Mac Mini. I've gone into the Mac store and gone online asking for help and tried everything, but it just will not let the function keys work right. So when I want to increase the volume on a video I'm watching, I have to do it with my mouse.
My iPhone is better. I can now get into my voicemail. Don't know why it didn't work, because when I went into the AT&T shop, it took the guy five minutes to correct it. So now I can listen to messages sent me and connect with my e-mails and on and on.
On top of it, the ticking clock video I did and saved in 4 different viewing formats will not upload to be seen correctly on an iPhone unless I specifically keep it within certain parameters, so I'll need to go back through my images, resize them, and redo everything in the way of lettering.
But I can't do that till I clean some crap off my desktop, because I don't have enough RAM available to run Photoshop.
And now the control-funtion keys are acting up on my laptop. I can't handle this crap.
So I finally gave up and got back onto Owen Taylor. Just to get away from it all. I made it through the first 2 chapters and will keep going the whole weekend. I'm taking Friday off from work and indulging in the beer. See if that helps me get past this meandering sensibility of mine.
Maybe that's why writers drink -- because the fates keep pissing on them.
My iPhone is better. I can now get into my voicemail. Don't know why it didn't work, because when I went into the AT&T shop, it took the guy five minutes to correct it. So now I can listen to messages sent me and connect with my e-mails and on and on.
On top of it, the ticking clock video I did and saved in 4 different viewing formats will not upload to be seen correctly on an iPhone unless I specifically keep it within certain parameters, so I'll need to go back through my images, resize them, and redo everything in the way of lettering.
But I can't do that till I clean some crap off my desktop, because I don't have enough RAM available to run Photoshop.
And now the control-funtion keys are acting up on my laptop. I can't handle this crap.
So I finally gave up and got back onto Owen Taylor. Just to get away from it all. I made it through the first 2 chapters and will keep going the whole weekend. I'm taking Friday off from work and indulging in the beer. See if that helps me get past this meandering sensibility of mine.
Maybe that's why writers drink -- because the fates keep pissing on them.
1 comment:
I hope a few beers will do the trick... I could use a glass or two of wine myself. It's been a long week already!
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