Over the past seven months, I have had to force my brain to think in ways previously foreign to it. Due to the responsibilities of my day-job, I've been compeled to think like a computer program. This has not been an easy task for one such as myself. My motto when it comes to learning new software has always been, "you figure it out then just tell me what to do."
Now that I have climbed the mountain, crossed the desert, and traversed the wasteland of setting up and learning new software on my own, I have come to the momentous conclusion that I was right - You figure it out and just tell me what to do.
I tell you all this as an excuse for my lack of a blog this week (does writing a blog about not writing a blog negate my claim that I didn't write a blog?). The gears that churn inside my head aren't rusty, they've melted together from over-use and can no longer move. My normal brain-cells have been pummeled, tortured, twisted, stomped upon, and ground into senselessness by information that has tried to beat them into submission. My brain hurts. As if I'd run a marathon without any training, it's tired and sore.
I'm taking a few days off in hope that I will be able to nurse my brain cells back to health ("health" being relative, of course). Perhaps an IV of Percy Jackson and a steady diet of Artemis Fowl will do the trick. They won't hurt, that's for sure. In addition to nursing the cells I have, I also plan to look around town for any that may have escaped in an effort to flee the thrashing that the others suffered. When I find them, I will assure them that I have no plans to go into computer programming. Hopefully, they'll feel safe enough to come back home and I'll remember who I was before this whole thing began.
Now that I have climbed the mountain, crossed the desert, and traversed the wasteland of setting up and learning new software on my own, I have come to the momentous conclusion that I was right - You figure it out and just tell me what to do.
I tell you all this as an excuse for my lack of a blog this week (does writing a blog about not writing a blog negate my claim that I didn't write a blog?). The gears that churn inside my head aren't rusty, they've melted together from over-use and can no longer move. My normal brain-cells have been pummeled, tortured, twisted, stomped upon, and ground into senselessness by information that has tried to beat them into submission. My brain hurts. As if I'd run a marathon without any training, it's tired and sore.
I'm taking a few days off in hope that I will be able to nurse my brain cells back to health ("health" being relative, of course). Perhaps an IV of Percy Jackson and a steady diet of Artemis Fowl will do the trick. They won't hurt, that's for sure. In addition to nursing the cells I have, I also plan to look around town for any that may have escaped in an effort to flee the thrashing that the others suffered. When I find them, I will assure them that I have no plans to go into computer programming. Hopefully, they'll feel safe enough to come back home and I'll remember who I was before this whole thing began.
Where's the challenge in having someone else tell you how to do it???
ReplyDeleteWho said anything about wanting a challenge? Besides, a challenge is one thing, but making my brain think like a computer is akin to making your brain understand why someone would choose salad over mashed potatoes! It just doesn't compute!
ReplyDeleteBut I've seen you choose salad over mashed potatoes, so that argument doesn't compute ;-)
ReplyDeleteYeah, but I like salad more than I like mashed potatoes. SOME people prefer mashed potatoes just like SOME people can think like a computer!
ReplyDeleteYou are right about the mashed potatoes, but I don't think like a computer, I let it do the thinking for me ;-)
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