Computer problems. Everyone has ‘em. There has been, however, this large, gaping hole over us for the last month that is slowly sucking the creative life out of each of us. Very slowly. Eyes are glazing over, we visit the vending machine a little more often and we’re trying to stay positive.
As we near what we hope to Dear Sweet Jesus is the end, designer fired up his new, souped up, 27 inch iMAC. Camera Guy gets ALMOST all the video back from the Retrieval Dudes, who really work magic. It’s kinda unbelieveable, really, what these guys do. They get paid handsomely, too…but what the hell? It’s not all there, but most of it is, so let the re-editing begin. DAMN.
And me, I just want my Entourage email to work. Tomorrow, we’ll see just how well Microsoft Service folks perform. (Everyone is skeptical of Microsoft and warning me it will be painful.) Time really is money, and we’ve lost a bunch of it. At least there’s beer in the fridge.
Somebody get me a typewriter.