{"id":4947,"date":"1997-02-20T06:54:37","date_gmt":"1997-02-20T11:54:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robertxgillis.com\/?p=4947"},"modified":"2024-03-30T14:57:40","modified_gmt":"2024-03-30T19:57:40","slug":"even-computer-geeks-immune-dreaded-bad-technology-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.robertxgillis.com\/?p=4947","title":{"rendered":"Even Computer Geeks Are Not Immune From the Dreaded, &#8220;Bad Technology Day&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-4467\" alt=\"Computer keyboard\" src=\"http:\/\/www.robertxgillis.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_9568-300x169.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.robertxgillis.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_9568-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.robertxgillis.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_9568.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><em>by Robert Gillis<\/em><br \/>\n<em> Published in the Foxboro Reporter, 2\/1997<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Last week, I had a &#8220;bad technology day.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It started innocently enough last Saturday morning, when I decided it was time to finally change the outgoing message on our answering machine and drop the words, &#8220;Happy Holidays&#8221; from the greeting.<\/p>\n<p>Simple enough and a task done many times before. I approached Herbie, our answering machine, and began the reprogramming. (I should note here that I ordinarily don\u2019t give names to household electronics, but the answering machine says cute little messages like, &#8220;Hello, you have three messages,&#8221; or &#8220;That was your last message. I will save your messages,&#8221; or &#8220;Danger Will Robinson!&#8221; He\u2019s a friendly little guy, so I call him Herbie.)<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, reprogramming the message isn\u2019t too complicated, and after the obligatory rehearsals and botched messages due to the dog barking and my own uncontrollable giggling, I proceeded to record my new nine-second masterpiece.<\/p>\n<p>I was about to walk away as Herbie droned, &#8220;I have detected a malfunction. Please check your greeting.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Obligingly, I pressed the &#8220;check&#8221; button and heard my voice say, &#8220;Hi, you\u2019ve reached 543.&#8221; No more, no less.<\/p>\n<p>Miffed, I repeated the &#8220;record&#8221; instructions and left an ever better message. This one seemed to work fine, until Herbie again repeated, &#8220;I have detected a malfunction. Please check your greeting.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>After much prodding and some threats about using Herbie for a Frisbee, I finally managed to get the outgoing message working properly.<\/p>\n<p>From there, I sat down to catch up some writing on the computer. Unlike my top-of-the-line Pentium computer at work, my home laptop is a 386-25, or in non-technology terms, &#8220;A slow as molasses antique that fits the general parameters of what we might call a computer, but without any of the bells and whistles, such as speed and reliability.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I began my typing when I noticed that the words on the screen weren\u2019t exactly matching those on the screen. I typed &#8220;the&#8221; and got &#8220;^F],&#8221; I typed &#8220;computer&#8221; and got &#8220;~jpc+^]q.&#8221; Just like that crypto-quote puzzle, one letter stood for another.<\/p>\n<p>As a computer programmer by profession, I spent the next several hours meticulously trying to diagnose the problem, and determined the problem to be caused by either a) A computer virus; or b) the fact that universe was once again mad at me.<\/p>\n<p>I drove to work and got some virus scanning\/cleanup software, and returned home to find the laptop face down on the living room floor.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Honey,&#8221; I called to my beloved, &#8220;did you leave the computer on the floor?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No,&#8221; came the reply. &#8220;Why?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Because either the dog knocked it over or I think it jumped off the couch to its death.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I picked up the suicidal computer, stuck back the one key that came loose, and ran the virus-away software. Thankfully, the computer returned to normal (AKA &#8220;ludicrous slow&#8221;) operation, and typing &#8220;the&#8221; once again yielded &#8220;the&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>The night was still young, and the next malfunctioning electronic item was about to make its entrance: The VCR wasn\u2019t working properly. Actually, this one was a loaner from the Sears repair shop. (I remember that because this VCR has the words &#8220;LOANER&#8221; spray-painted in white across the top of the unit. I assume this is a security feature designed to prevent me from pawning the thing if times get desperate.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where\u2019s the remote?&#8221; I asked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The Sears repair guy forgot to give us one.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I digested that last bit of information as I realized that without the remote, I was limited to playing the VCR tape and that was about it. Ever the resourceful technology boy, I played with our old remote and actually got the Sears loaner to respond.<\/p>\n<p>As I scrolled through choices of English, French or Spanish, I came across a menu item that read, &#8220;Which remote? VCR (1\/2).&#8221; As I foolishly pressed &#8220;2,&#8221; the VCR stopped responding to the remote.<\/p>\n<p>More buttons were pressed, threats were made, but the VCR wasn\u2019t listening.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Uh, honey,&#8221; I said, &#8220;I think I just told the VCR to ignore me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Giggles from the kitchen. &#8220;Um, why did you do that?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Because I\u2019m an idiot, sweetie.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I pleaded with the VCR to stop ignoring me, all the while wondering why in the world any rational person would add an &#8220;Ignore remote&#8221; option to a VCR. Isn\u2019t that like adding an &#8220;Ignore heart attack&#8221; option to a hospital heart monitor?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We\u2019d better call Sears,&#8221; I said as I picked up the phone. In response, Herbie droned, &#8220;I have detected a malfunction. Please check your greeting.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>As I raised serious questions about the chastity of Herbie\u2019s mother, it occurred to me that we had another answering machine.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hah!&#8221; I said triumphantly to Herbie. &#8220;Your malfunctioning piece of tinfoil, you\u2019re out of here!&#8221; Then I asked about the new answering machine. &#8220;We got that new answering machine before we moved in. Let\u2019s use it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We can\u2019t,&#8221; my beloved replied. &#8220;I want to wait until we can mount it on the wall so it doesn\u2019t get broken, and we need to paint the wall first.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I took all of this in.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I\u2019m going out for ice cream,&#8221; I finally said.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Robert Gillis Published in the Foxboro Reporter, 2\/1997 Last week, I had a &#8220;bad technology day.&#8221; It started innocently enough last Saturday morning, when I decided it was time to finally change the outgoing message on our answering machine and drop the words, &#8220;Happy Holidays&#8221; from the greeting. 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