...it's great to be here again at Technology Challenged 101," I said with a huge sigh as I took my usual seat for the umpteenth week in a row.
"Uh-oh, " said our Fearless Geek, leader of the technological hopeless. "What did you do this time?"
"Same thing I did last year for my kid's talent show. Somehow, I didn't manage to record his act."
Gasps were heard from all around the circle. The petite, blue-haired, eighty-year old lady to my left wearing the fuchsia sweats and alligator bag patted my knee, as if to say, "It's ok, It'll be alright."
"I don't know how I did it this time. Last year I used my father's camera. It's an older digital, that used those tapes. Now everything is DVD or hard disk. The tape was corrupt or something. I got twenty seconds of his act and then it was all rainbow-like static. That, was not, my fault."
"We weren't talking about last year," FG gently reminded me to stay on track, "We're talking about this year."
"Oh, really. I don't know how. That's why I'm here. We bought the camera before Christmas. I used it correctly for the musical. I don't know what I did! Jeremy came home and said, 'How was the talent show, did you get it recorded?' And I said, 'Yes I did.' 'Cuz I was all proud of myself, yanno, and so he said..."
All eyes were staring at me, glazed over. FG gazed at the ceiling searching for patience as if there might be an endless supply up there, or something. I cut off my sordid tale of video camera woe and got to the important part.
"Well, anyway, long story short, it wasn't there. Small clips here and there of stuff that no one wants to watch, but nothing longer than that."
"I-mom," FG gently chastised, "Did you confuse pause with record again?"
I blushed fourteen shades of crimson. "Uh. Um. Weeeeeelll. (maybe?)" I shrunk down in my chair. FG sighed a loud, long sigh. I truly was hopeless.
*i-mom = idiot mom
** Technologically Challenged 101 is a product of my imagination. Otherwise, this entire story is true.
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