I grasp at proverbial, or worse yet, hyper-technical straws!
And, at the end of a long night of deleting unwanted email, and trying to end my nocturnal saga, I am left mostly at my wit's end, and with a headache.
Sound familiar?
Sure.
You've seen the same debates on nation-wide television between Mr. PC and Mr. Mac.
I may not have thought so before, but now I'm confronted by the obvious and horridly unavoidable conclusion that the tube has it right, and maybe I bet on the wrong horse in this techno-race. Wrong computer? Maybe. Wrong methods? Can't say yet.
Ah yes, you're saying, "Been there - done that!"
But, wherever we've been, and whatever we've done, NOTHING has readied us for this particular battle.
It's out of my league.
A LAN specialist cannot seem to help me. Nor a God-loving, Roman Catholic deacon with a knack for technical applications.
This is applied technology in a way that totally befuddles me.
So, Elmer Fudd that I am, I just have to sign off.
After all, I have my bed to get back to.
And at the cyber-world rainbow's end, I'm simply not sure that there's a rainbow at all for me.
But, if it's going to rain, I'll pray for a miracle.
Hey, "Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from Heaven?"
