I am the anti-techno queen. Perhaps that's why I love to lose myself in historical romance. No need for hard drives or google when you're dallying with a swashbuckling hero like my Gabriel Drake from PLEASURING THE PIRATE.
However, I live in a world and work in an industry that requires me to be computer proficient. Fortunately, I'm married to a modern-day hero, a computer guru. His expertise is in larger systems, but still, it's nice to have someone around who speaks fluent "computer-ese."
Last night, for instance. I was adding Barbara Vey's blog and my editor, Leah Hultenschmidt's new website, to my list of favs on my litle blog
, when an ominous flash darted across the screen and the words TROJAN HORSE started to pulse. Given what happened to ancient Troy, this was not encouraging. My anti-virus kicked in and I was kicked off.
Panic ensued. All my work is on this laptop, including several projects in progress. But my DH advised me to let the security software run its course and get some sleep. Ha!
This morning when I checked the computer, I was greeted with a nearly blank blue screen. I say nearly because in large block letters, it merely said, "FATAL ERROR."
Breathing suddenly became a conscious effort. But my unflappable DH just advised me to reboot and see what happened.
And everything was fine. The anti-virus software worked. Or maybe it was my DH's computer mojo. I swear, all the man has to do is look cross-eyed at a monitor and it'll hop to.
But one thing still puzzles me. Why do computers use such terrifying words? TROJAN HORSE, FATAL ERROR, sheesh! It's worse that 'purple prose' ever thought about being!
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