Tue. Sep 02, 2003
Technical Trauma Leads to Time Travel
Technical Trauma Leads to Time Travel – It wasn’t a totally calm holiday weekend here at Bunker PD. But I think I’m handling it very well. So far. My only request was that my wife bring home some orange juice to slightly discolor the vodka in the large drink I intended to create and quaff. And I asked nicely.
I’m reminded of the joke about the guy arrived at work one day looking spooked, and when asked why, he said, “when I got up this morning and put on my shoes, the shoestring broke off. Then when I picked up my briefcase to leave, the handle came off. Now, I’m afraid to go to the bathroom.” It was that kind of weekend.
Things were calm Friday night. It was the beginning of a holiday weekend, the wife came home early from work, and was pleased not to catch me in mid-mischief. And when we had one of those “clearing storm” kind of sunsets, I stepped out onto our balcony and took some pictures. After a quick review of what I’d shot, I turned the camera off and placed it in the middle of the dining room table.
And that’s where it was when I picked it up Saturday morning, intending to do a quick shot. But when I switched it on, there was no “on.” The LCD just stared blankly at me. Thinking the battery must have totally crapped out overnight, I put in a fresh one. Still no on. So I hooked up the AC power adaptor. The on switch might as well have been mounted on a brick rather than a Canon D60, for all the effect it had. I tried a different lens, and a different card (the images from Friday night were all fine and normal), I even “let it rest,” but no matter what I tried, the brick could not achieve an on state.
I calmly resigned myself to a trip to the Camera Hospital today. I was able to do that calmly because it’s under warranty, and I’m familiar with the company that will do the work. They’re good and fairly fast. So I’m standing there Saturday afternoon, trying to “look at the sunny side,” while a summer storm blasts outside.
While standing there, lightning strikes nearby. With the clap of thunder, my eye is caught by a bright red light that suddenly popped up in my peripheral vision. It’s on my DSL modem, and it says “Line Error.” It stays red for a couple of seconds, and then that lovely green light that represents synch to the Internet turned an ugly flashing red. It’s been that way ever since, and I must wait for BellSouth to grace me with their presence on Thursday.
I’ve got no digital camera. I’m connected to the Internet via a slow and nasty sounding analog device.
It’s like 1999 all over again. I feel like I’m caught in a time warp. It’s all so … primitive.
Later: The Camera Hospital that I said was “good and fairly fast” is indeed that … on old tech photo gear. However, when I arrived they informed me that my complex digital darling requires the aid of specialists at the Canon Intensive Care Unit. Prognosis: 3 to 4 weeks. Honey, bring home more orange juice. Please.