There's a picture of my dog Winston, relaxing in the afternoon. He had a lovely day. I did not. Holy hell in a hired hansom my day sucked. Not in any way that matters or makes any sense outside of, you know, what most people experience. I spent the day editing this week's Self Help Radio on a tiny little laptop. I feel very grateful that I can actually record audio & I am grateful I have access to my external hard drives - one at a time, naturally - but my laptop has no USB port & my USB plug-in doesn't have enough power to support a CD drive. So ripping CDs? Forget it.
Mostly it's just the editing. It's a slog. It's not my favorite thing - & as I've said before, if it weren't for the pandemic, I could just go up & do a show & it wouldn't be a big deal. But I can't. & I don't have my wonderful desktop computer. The one that has accompanied me from Kentucky to Texas to Oregon. On the trip here - two years ago now - I would carry it out of the car every night & I would use it to write about the journey. Now my fat fingers can barely pound out a sentence with few errors. It sucks.
Mostly it's just the editing. It's a slog. It's not my favorite thing - & as I've said before, if it weren't for the pandemic, I could just go up & do a show & it wouldn't be a big deal. But I can't. & I don't have my wonderful desktop computer. The one that has accompanied me from Kentucky to Texas to Oregon. On the trip here - two years ago now - I would carry it out of the car every night & I would use it to write about the journey. Now my fat fingers can barely pound out a sentence with few errors. It sucks.
Wah wah. Hopefully the show will get done. But the future is uncertain. If I can't get my computer back & have to buy a new one, it's weeks more of this. & that would be horrible.
Sleep well, little Winnie. How smart of you not to have dumb problems like mine. For fuck's sake.
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