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A Computer Hacker In Training

34 Dear Readers,
I was two seconds away from deleting this blog. It was very scary.

You see, everything was in boxes. I really really wanted to write a post that involved my sister and her new pet, but I couldn't because instead of having words like, "NEW POST" or "EDIT POST" I had boxes, like this [] [] [] [] [].

What does that MEAN?!?!?

I scoured the internet for a solution. I messed with my google account. I asked my husband. I sent a facebook message to my friend who knows too much about computers. All to no avail.

I suspected my two year old was to blame. The squares showed up after I caught him messing with my mouse this morning.
But, what did he DO? Was it a virus? One time he almost subscribed us for a year's supply of Disney stuff, but he couldn't figure out the "enter your email" portion of the subscription (crisis averted).

At one point I had managed to change my blog language to Malaysian, but sadly I don't speak Malaysian...so that was somewhat counterproductive.

Derrick was really thinking I should delete my blog. He thought the whole thing was hilarious. He thought I should just start a new one. He is crazy.
Here's what I do when my computer is being dumb and uncooperative: I push buttons. Never be afraid to push buttons friends! It can only get worse!

So, an hour later, here I am, reading and writing in English. I'm so excited about being able to type in a language I can understand, I don't even care to write my sister and her new pet. Trust me, it's coming...but for tonight, let us all bask in the fact that I am still here, and not deleted.

I don't know exactly how I fixed it, but guess what little stinkbug is banned from my computer?
Quinten. Because, he changed my blog language to SQUARE.

Question: who speaks Square? Why did the makers of Blogger feel the need to make Square an optional language? Obviously they have no sympathy for those of us with mischievous young.


Have your kids ever messed with your stuff and caused you to spend precious hours of your life trying to figure out what they did and how to fix it?

Living to Blog Another Day!
J

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