Boy, I’m loving this move into the 21st Century, cyberwise.
After getting my new Hewlett-Packard All-in-One last week, every day brings new adventures and discoveries, 99 percent of them positive. I should have upgraded years (or months) ago.
Normally, I bound out of bed about 6 a.m., pour coffee, which is already waiting because I went modern on that long ago, grab a scrap of dry toast and head upstairs to see what’s happening in the world.
Especially what sort of madness the Obama Brown Shirts are up to, the most recent being their plan to require movie theaters to install staggeringly expensive equipment so blind and deaf people can be “included.”
It will likely put lots of small neighborhood and art cines out of business,* but no matter because absolutely everyone must be “included” in spite of the pain it inflicts on others, the 99 percent.
More PC bull-hockey.
The H-P All-in-One starts in a few moments, unlike the old computer which could grind on for up to five minutes before I actually saw anything, and even then it often would freeze repeatedly in the morning as if it were actually waking up from nightmares.
Lord, I used to cuss.
First off, I open Grooveshark to start some soft sounds, and then I go about my news-reading business and communication.
And all so fast!
One surprise problem was that my printer did not work with Windows 8, and the printer was a relatively recent purchase, a couple of years ago, which is quite recent in my residential cyberworld.
So I returned to Office Max in the state capital yesterday and bought a new printer, an Epson. And get this: it’s a scanner and a copier to boot! And there is more! It gets its orders via those waves floating in the air.
I do not grasp how that works.
Another beautiful thing about my new H-P All-in-One is Skype, which I have had for years. On the old computer, before using Skype, I had to get down on my knees with a flashlight to connect the headphone wires behind the tower which sat on a low shelf of my custom-made desk.
And when I finished my phone call, I had to get on my knees again to disconnect those two wires and reconnect the single wire that permitted my speakers to work. Receiving Skype calls was not an option unless I could get down on my knees to switch wires before the caller hung up.
I couldn’t. Calling me on Skype required an appointment.
All that has changed. Initially, I was happy because the plugs were up here right in front of me, and I could switch wires easily. And then, quite by accident, I discovered that I did not have to use wires at all.
I could just talk to the freaking monitor! Imagine my glee.
New discoveries appear daily. It’s a whole new world.
And I’m really loving it.
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* More of the Bumbler’s job-elimination policies, chasing an impossible egalitarian world no matter the ghastly consequences.
(Space ship art by Andree Wallin.)