Panic at Sun Mesa
Updated: Feb 17, 2020
I should have written my third blog post last Thursday. I intended to write my third blog post last Thursday. But last Thursday, I was in crisis mode.
My publisher program, the one I use to do the layout for every one of our Sun Mesa products, up and died. Suddenly. Without warning. In fact, I didn’t even realize it had happened for a while, because it still looked like I was creating files. It wasn’t until I went back to look at them later that I realized the program was no longer saving anything I created. I tried several different things, but I finally concluded I no longer had any way to save or export any files from that program.
The program was five years old and two versions out of date. The computer I ran it on was nine years old, a Mac I bought back when I thought that would be better for an artist, though I’ve since realized I prefer my PC. I should have been expecting a death. I had actually been wanting to switch everything over to my PC so I wouldn’t have to keep transferring files back and forth, but that was not how I wanted it to happen. My terms, computer gods. I wanted it on my terms.
Well, suffice it to say that after a lot of panic, stress, tears, ice cream and pizza, everything is now worked out. New programs, new templates, everything ready to create your products, should you decide to order them (wink, wink.) And, as Steve predicted (curse his level headedness) it took less than a week.
It got me thinking, though. We are so dependent on these machines. Ten years ago we had one desktop computer that the whole family shared, and now, not only do Steve and I each have our own laptop, we actually each have TWO laptops (or did, until one of mine died.) They make our lives so much easier in so many ways, but then, let a problem happen in one cog of the machine, and you lose a whole week trying to deal with the fallout.
I know we’re all aware of the computer revolution and this isn’t news to anyone, but losing this week to computer problems made me fully realize how tightly my life is bound to the computer. In the past, if your phone went out, if your TV went out, you called a repairman and did without until the problem was fixed. We no longer have that option. Doing without is no longer possible.
Maybe this is only my perspective as an avid reader, but the modern world makes a post-apocalyptic scenario seem so much more possible. No, not zombies. But it would take so much less to throw the whole world into chaos than before. What can we do about that? No idea. Nothing, would be my guess, unless you want to build a survival shelter in the woods, and I’m not ready to go there. (Though there is a certain comfort in knowing I could live in my minivan now if I had to, if, as the preppers say, the SHTF.)
Steve says I think too much, and he’s probably right. But I can’t help it, some things make me think, and this week was one of them. Sure, everything worked out. This time. But next time?
Well, I guess next time will have to take care of itself.