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Lap Top -Vs- the Stick On Journo….
Sitting comfortably? Good, then let me bash your ears.
Why is it that computers have a multitude of programmes that
essentially perform the same function? For example, all I
really want to do is take a few pics download them, fiddle
minimally (I’ve already been caught up in the crop and sharpen
trap when an image needs neither) and either print / upload to
my blog / send them to waiting recipients or sometimes all
three.
But with a number of devices to carry out these tasks, the
temptation will always exist to just take a look at or play
with a new programme and thus the potential for danger is
always lurking just under the mouse matt.
So today dear readers, has been wasted almost completely,
sodding around with the PC and I have accomplished less than
nothing. Note I say less than nothing as an albeit a hooky copy
of a very expensive programme has now ceased responding to my
promptings, and now I am venting my spleen via the word
processor, a programme that I am deffo not going to meddle
with!
Still on computer thingys…I remember an erstwhile friend
relating the story of her first encounter with PC tuition. She
and her class mates were assembled in the conference room at
our then workplace somewhere in Kent.. When the teacher asked
the group to commence the lesson by right click….they
collectively requested pens and paper to write click!
Hello? Excuse me while I jump off my balcony.
Which brings me nicely to something I have been considering for
some time. Just imagine we are living in a giant computer
world, you see someone or something, animal vegetable or it
could even be mineral, and you right click upon the quarry what
happens next? Interesting huh…is it a game? Part of a process
or for that matter processor? Does it double, treble or delete?
Or what about formatting, and could you italicise someone?
Your thoughts to the usual email address please, and if you can
manage a missive before the gentlemen in white coats arrive
with their padded transport it would be appreciated!
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And so to the scary bits of my week….
Football bound on a Rosario Sunday, and early for the eleven
o’clock kick off. I’m watching some anglers trying their luck
off the shore in our capital, when a father and daughter combo
attempted to convert me to their view of Jehovah Witness
religion. And do you know, this is the first time that I have
regretted my improving Spanish; as I could understand them
sufficiently well even to the extent that it was obvious they
were not from this rock. Oh well the blood transfusion argument
saw them on their way back to Malaga. God bless?
After (another) victory at Los Pozos, I was meandering back to
the guagua when I was halted by a procession which was appears
to have been the culmination of Puerto Rosario’s Fiesta? Not
dis-similar to the Cotillo effort with a large doll being
paraded through the streets, en-route to the chapel.
But it was some members of the procession, which gave me cause
for alarm. Civil Guard, in ordinary every day olive green
uniform, but reverting to the black patent headgear. Could they
be making a comeback in the traditional sense? Be afraid.
Well that’s it sexy people, all that remains is for me to leave
you with an image of one person's medium of communication. It
would appear that not all the locals are happy with the Cotillo
construction programme.
Strike any key when ready.
Surf Bum
Donald Innes is a writer and photographer,
see more of his pictures on
http://donaldinnesross-aplaceforinnes.blogspot.com
If you are interested in buying any of his pictures just
call him on 662 529580
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