Idiot Cilantro (That’s Me!!)
Computers make me feel like an utter, absolute idiot. How can something so integrally necessary be so bloody mystifying?
Several weeks ago, I posted about how much I cilantro my computer, a poor Dell Latitude laptop that is on its last legs. Well, last night, I ordered a shiny new MacBook Pro. When I clicked the magic button – “PURCHASE” – the earth moved; the angels wept.
And, I’m in uber-frantic mode trying to get my blasted machine ready for this conversion. Moving folders; updating contacts; trying to get simple, easy Google to work with my Blackberry; converting all of my archived information – all of these horrors have made me a walking, talking (make that screaming) personification of cilantro.
I keep telling myself that, once this conversion is over, I will have a stunningly gorgeous machine that friends have assured me I will even want to sleep with. (Might be kinda cold but…..) I can’t help but wonder if the new machine will just make me feel more helplessly, totally idiotic. I’m the only person I know who is convinced that a legion of demons lives inside every single electronic contraption I own, wreaking cilantro-ful havoc at every opportunity. After all of these years of using a computer, I still shudder every time I hit buttons like “Delete,” “Enter” and “On.”
Will Apple and Steve Jobs really convert me into a savvy, sophisticated computer guru? Or, am I going to be eternally banished to the land of idiot computer cilantro?