Vista is the devil

So I bought a new laptop a month ago.  It is my very FAVORITE thing in the world at the moment.  It’s an HP and has that cool Light-Scribe thing and all.. BUT it came pre-loaded with Vista (among other things.)  Believe it or not, I wasn’t that worried about it.  I mean, solitaire looks AWSOME on it.  heh.  But then I started trying to load my programs on it…. MS Office, Photoshop, Dreamweaver, CuteFTP, my old P2P program (shhh!  don’t tell anyone), and other tidbits.  So I’m loading, and tryng to install and here it comes….. N O T    C O M P A T I B L E.  The only thing that would have been was my Office, but of course they wanted to reverify and, well… you know how that goes.

So now here I am, three weeks later, with a brand-spanking-new version of all my old software… and a much lighter bankbook.  Don’t get me wrong, having new software is cool.  Though it does insert some re-learning time into my schedule.  It’s just that after popping for the laptop, it could’ve been at a better time.  Anyway, that isn’t the worst of it.  I had a few tech problems with the laptop when I first got it – just stuff I couldn’t figure out with my bone-head.  When I called HP (overseas), they tried to help.  But what it came down to – and what the guy ultimately admitted, was that 75% of his calls were due to Vista incombatibility problems with other software or hardware.  75%!  He said it doesn’t work with so many programs, it’s scary.  That it doesn’t work with routers made more than two years ago.  That switching back to XP was one of the number one requests he had! 


So I said, great, add me to the list of those requests.  And HE said, “I could help you with that, ma’am, but then I’d have to kill you per Mr. Gates’ orders.”

Just kidding.  He said, “I could help you with that, ma’am, but you’d never be able to find all the correct drivers.  I could not guarantee that you would retain functionality of your video, audio, print, connectivity, webcam, keyboard, or touchpad capabilities.”


Yes, Virginia, there is an anti-Christ.  It’s name is Vista.  And Bill rode before it.

Oh – and here’s this installment in the girl-becomes-librarian saga…. So I’m 17.  I’m going to a private school and they have money for things like computers and teachers who know anything about computers.  (It’s 1986, mind you.) I take one of the computer classes offered.. which happens to be (don’t laugh at me or I’ll berate you with alliterative and obtuse insults) BASIC.  For those of you born about that time or later, BASIC was a programming language that the dinosaurs used to find better sources of water.  The language went AI and turned on the dinosaurs, however.  (You may or may not have been privy to this version of history in your high school history books.) 

At any rate, my final class project was to write a small game where the player was asked trivia questions and, when answering correctly, their little avatar (we called them Mario, for the most part at the time) would climb one step.  When you got to the top, you won, sparking a small fireworks display.  This program was 218 pages long.  No.  really.  I obviously had not mastered the concept of the loop, yet. 

This was my first exposure to technology in the classroom.  I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever done in school up to that point.


As I’ve reaped, let me sow…

I have read the blogs of my classmates .. how cool is it (and how much of a coincidence… hmmm?) that I am in a class with such a group of people?  They read.  They write well.  They think about stuff.  They endeavor to embrace change while respecting history.  They are funny, and thought-provoking, and, in the best way, sometimes even weird.

It has been years since I have spent time in such a group of people.  (Apart from my family, of course.)   And reading their musings reminds me why I have taken this inconvenient leap to finish the education I always knew I would.  Because I like these kinds of people.  It would give me the greatest pleasure to work beside nothing but these types for the rest of my life. 

 Which reminds me… of two more chapters in the Making of a Librarian…

The first is writing.  I was a prolific writer of angst-filled poetry as a girl.  I remember wanting to pour my soul into the page.  It was this emotion that made me realize that the books I read HAD authors.  lol.  Sounds funny, I know.  But up until then, reading to me had been … submersive.  I lived in those stories.  The author, if I ever thought of him/her.. was simply God.  If you read – and especially if you started WAY early, like I did, you’ll understand.  Books were just a wormhole … not things unto themselves.  It was when I experienced the emotion pressing out of me into a poem or short story that I first realized writing… books … libraries … it was a world where people …. worked.  And they paid them.

The second thing that hanging with this class has reminded me of is a moment when I was 16.  (I may jump back and forth here in time – forgive the lack of organization.) My dad had just remarried a woman who was a true professional in her field.  I’d known smart women all my life but this was something new.  She worked.  Really, really hard.  She was good with people.  A good salesperson.  Well-spoken but not intellectual.  Well-groomed and dressed, but not a snob.  The first woman, frankly, that I’d met like her.  She was telling my dad that she thought I ought to get a job.  I remember looking at her like she’d grown a third eye on her chin.  And then I said something that she has reminded me of every few years since…

“And now all that’s left of the rest of my life is WORK!”


I would have been much less upset if I had known where and with whom I’d spend the majority of my working life.  And how much personal fulfillment I would find in it.

Even though it may have taken a few years to make it here.

This was the first thing…

…. i remember about my path to being a librarian. 

I was in 3rd grade.  My favorite place in the world was the school library.  I loved reading with my whole young soul.  We had two days a year when the librarian (a VERY old lady of I’m sure at least 40) would set out tables adn line them with books.  A book fair?  Nope.  She was letting all the kids come through, one by one, and pick out a FREE book of their very own.  I still have some of those earliest paperbacks.  I just thought it was the coolest thing in the world to do.  She strikes me, in retrospect, as very smart and very kind.  If a bit strict.  

I also remember thinking that it would be so cool to have a job where they paid you to read all day.  ….. Yeah, well.  Like I said, I was in 3rd grade.   

What of it?

Here’s what.  I already had a blog – a fairly new one and my first.  But something I’ve gotten into.  However, this blog will be more or less focused on the subject of how i became a librarian in 40 years or less, the little challenges and epiphanies of that, and any generally related (or REALLY generally related) off-shoots of that. 

I may talk about a movie I’ve seen once in a while and I may talk about the intricacies and frustrations of carpentry.  You may find here a late-night diatribe on how ridiculously frustrating the paperwork of grad school can be or you may just find something funny my grandmother told me.

Hopefully, you will never be bored. 

  • Playing God

    I wrote in one of my posts here that I thought of authors as God when I was a kid. And now I'm putting MY random thoughts out there for general edification. heh. Karma. As a job, being God is kind of intimidating. Thank (God) only adults are reading this. (I hope.) That way, I only have to be intimidated about being, say, a lesser cherub.