Please bare with me... I am experiencing technical difficulties- the kind that make you want to poke your eyes out while screaming &/or crying and then take a hammer to your computer right before you throw it out the window.
Yes, it is one of those kinds of technical difficulties. I spent hours trying to resuscitate my desktop last night to the wee hours of the morning to the point of sheer exhaustion. At about 2AM I realized that perhaps the inevitable had finally occurred. I have been thinking it was on the fritz for over a year now and somehow it made it through my entire daily project 365. Really, it's a miracle.
I do have a laptop, but it's just not the same as my desktop for my picture/scrapbooking projects. My laptop is fine for some things, but ever since I got it a couple years ago it seems to be possessed. It will randomly freeze or open 50 pages at will and tries my patience perhaps even more than my children. It's just not the best match for the delicate art of photo manipulation or- well, anything.
So, you have a glimpse of why my desktop is so important to me. Not to mention that I am still not really ready for Photoshop Elements 7. I knew that when my desktop went so would my Elements 2. (Cue sad music now.)
See, I love my Elements 2. It may not be as fancy as the current versions or do rounded corners or masks, but I know it like the back of my hand and we have a special bond.
It is indeed a sad day for me.
And not only that, in an attempt to repair dying computer last week my husband, who perhaps is equally challenged technologically, installed some new anti-virus program and who knows what else. For the life of me I can't figure out what is going on, but I can't even open Microsoft word. All attempts end in strange fatal error messages, to which the only fix is to push that round, only as a last resort, power button.
So, now my new mission is to try to figure out how to extract all of my important documents, my journal entries, my favorite fonts, photos, etc from our dead computer.
Wish me luck. I'm hoping we don't have to call in the professionals. I'm already seeing lots of dollar signs in my not so distant future to replace this hunk of junk, and the last thing I need is to have to pay to have someone come in to help.
My anxiety level is on high right now as I think about how much of my life is stuck inside that computer. How the heck did we manage pre-computer days?