“Why in the world did you buy a computer with Vista when you know I hate Vista?” I asked my husband, aka Techno-Bob.
My laptop has Vista. I think the word Vista is actually just one of those scrambled words that really means: Is Vat. This is fitting because anything I type on my laptop sooner or later disappears into a vat-like black hole where I can’t retrieve it. And don’t even bother using the search function on Vista. If you type in the words: Proposal for ARA, you are never going to find your proposal for ARA. It will bring up three hundred documents whose titles are not Proposal for ARA but that somewhere in the body use the words, Proposal, for, or some part of ARA.
I could go on and on about Vista, like how it took me about a year to find the insert ruler button amongst all the web layout, switch windows, and Macros buttons. (I don’t know what any of those buttons do or why they are on my computer.) My last novel looked like it was typed on a PowerPoint slide until I was halfway through it. Really. It’s just so annoying.
My husband knows how I feel about Vista because I have threatened to turn my laptop into an expensive Frisbee, many many times.
So then he told me, “The new computer has Vista because they all have Vista now.”
I am not much of a conspiracy theory person, but I know this is a conspiracy–probably by aliens who are trying to permanently cripple the computer-using workforce. Or maybe just some horrible joke Bill Gates is playing on us.
Now the computer is refusing to spellcheck my emails. It says, “This language is no longer available for spellcheck.”
I wonder if it would spellcheck my emails if I wrote them Lebanese. I may have to resort to that.