I bored told you yesterday about my inability to get connected with Dreamweaver. The Computer Guy suggested a web conference and I agreed. So after rehearsal, I IMed him and he set up a web conference.
I think I was expecting something like enhanced IM. Nope. Stuff took place on my computer and then I got a notice saying The Computer Guy wants the mouse and keyboard. I agreed to that. An IM came; “I want the mouse and keyboard.”
“So I hear,” I answered, or words to that effect. “You can have them.”
“I’m taking over. Sit back and relax.”
It seemed like a good line. Maybe it could be in a movie, though it would have to be about something like… hmm.. airplanes, maybe. Not recalcitrant computers.
Anyway, I sat back and drank my tea, and The Computer Guy took over my computer. The cursor skittered around and screens came and went and occasionally I was asked to do something I didn’t know how to do (change my screen resolution? huh? Tell you what, I’ll shut down #1 son’s music pirating activity. How’s that?). It was like having aliens invade my computer. Maybe. I’ve never actually had that experience, so I can’t really compare.
Anyway, I was able to get in and write my website. I signed off at 11:00, and when I came back at 4:30, with an inspiration for the remaining bits that I hadn’t done the night before, more things had been done. So maybe elves, not aliens.
The Computer Guy was still there, though not in my computer.
“Did you sleep?”
“No,” he answered. “I forgot to sleep.”
Yeah. He’s young. I never forget to sleep. I may not sleep a whole lot, but I do sleep.
Before this adventure — and this means that my website will be launched really soon now, so I’m excited about that — I had class and bells and choir.
Class and choir were about the usual. In bells, we had four bellringers.
I have seen #2 daughter and her high school BFF play 17 bells between them. Our bell choir isn’t like that. We played through an interesting arrangement of “Nearer, My God, to Thee” which seemed to be designed to sound like a tenor banjo, and Faure’s “Pie Jesu,” which is stunningly gorgeous but not perhaps on handbells, with about 10 notes total. At one point, BigSax insisted that I go get the C sharp and play it, over my strident objections. I had four bells.
I’ll give you a moment to marvel at the thought.
Actually, as long as I’m somewhere near C and someone alerts me to key changes, I don’t even have to circle all my notes on the music any more. I sight-read a piece in choir later and was pretty chuffed at how well I did. Secretly, of course. I’m not good enough at it to be excited about it publicly, but I’m better than I used to be, and that’s nice.
I’m teaching this morning, and I have work to do this afternoon, and I may stop by The Computer Guy’s office with flowers.
I thought of cookies. In fact, I discussed the possibility with La Bella.
“I don’t want to be too motherly and mess up our excellent working relationship,” I pointed out. “They’re all in their early twenties.”
“Yes,” she said, “but cookies! They’d love it!”
My sons would way rather have cookies than flowers, I know.
Maybe wine?
Cookies, muffins, cupcakes, chocolate. I quote “There’s some kick-ass cookies in the kitchen today.” Five minutes later, and some very satisfied tecchies were rubbing their tummies and looking extremely satisfied.
~x~
Wine is always good, but hard to share among the office.
cookies, or maybe even cupcakes. boys like food. even big ones.
@princess_smartypants – It’s two girls and a boy, but girls like cookies, too, right?
@chanthaboune – True. Especially when there’s a lot of virtual office space. And maybe Sukey and the Computer Guy wouldn’t actually want to share a bottle of wine.
@pink_hebe – But do you say “cookies”? Not biscuits? Is this because you are tecchies or were you translating fo me? It could be special IT language. I just learned last night about deprecating people. And Scope Creep a couple of days ago.
girls would like those tiny, delicate cupcakes. (thane’s cousin makes some with coconut which are divine). anyway, with a tiny cupcake it doesn’t feeling like you’re eating as much. you know?
@fibermom – These were definitely cookies in the English Term: wide squishy biscuits. As opposed to biscuits, which are drier. We also like biscuits. ~x~
@pink_hebe – You learn something every day. We call them all cookies. Biscuits, for us, are a kind of bread. A small, round cut-out bread made with baking powder. So like oatmeal cookies, applesauce cookies, but something like a Danish Almond Crisp would be a biscuit?