If anyone thought I’ve been rather quiet lately, they’re right.
For reasons best known to itself and Microsoft, my computer decided to add some interest to my life. My user profile somehow switched to some mysterious ‘default’ setting, and everything was gone. All my documents, files, images, everything. After I nearly had heart failure (I have back-ups, but still…) I discovered that everything was still there, but ‘mysterious default user’ couldn’t see it.
Some work-arounds later and a new profile things were working again – sort of. All my setting and bookmarks are gone. Every programme I go into says “Who you? Don’t like you. Go away.” Yes, exactly like dealing with a stubborn two-year old.
And all of the ‘uber-helpful’ ‘we-know-just-what-you-SHOULD-want-let-us-sort-it-all-as-WE-like-it’ stuff I’d deleted or disabled years ago was running rampant through my system. The notion that I would like to turn things on when I want them is obviously too weird to be considered.
I love technology. I think computers are one of the greatest inventions ever (and I’m old enough to remember the world without them). But there are times I would gladly go and live in a cave. And draw on the walls with a charred stick.