Wednesday 20 November 2013
So you're probably wonderin', what has that ol' peep of Nissy's done this time? I'm so glad you asked.
My blog post last Sunday went up kinda late and it was all the peep's fault. That's right, my post went up late because my peep is such a big ol' techno duffer. She's a techno duffer, for sure.
It all started early last week when I told Ol' Peepers that I would be needin' a picture of those paw-made nip mice that Poof won in the giveaway for my blogoversary. Had I known those pictures were gonna cause such problems I would never have asked but I didn't know so I did ask and I, Nerissa the Cat, ended up payin' the price. MOUSES!
Anywho... Ol' Peepers took a paw full of pictures for me but didn't do anything else with them. She just took the pictures and then put the camera away. Now for cats whose peeps are more technologically-minded than my peep, this would not have been a problem but for me, it was, 'cause my peep is... you know... a technologically impaired duffer. In other words, a techno duffer.
Sunday mornin' rolled around and I was busy at my desk, doin' some last minute edits on my blog post. Little stuff like spell checks and whatnot. Then I called out to the peep, "Oh Peepers! I need those pics. You know the ones. The pics of Poof's nip mice. I need to add one of 'em to my blog. Hop to it, peep. Time's a wastin'. Oh yeah... please?"
Obediently, the peep scurried over with the camera. Okay... maybe she didn't actually scurry but eventually, she did find her way over to my desk, camera in paw.
She clicked on some stuff, plugged the camera into my computer and turned it on. The camera, I mean. I had already been usin' the computer, if you remember so obviously, the computer was already on.
Next thing I know, I hear Ol' Peepers murmur, "Hmmm..." and then say, "MOUSES!" Never a good sign.
I hopped up onto her lap to get a better look. Right there before my eyes I saw the words... import 745 pictures. MOUSES! Just how many pictures had the peep taken of those nip mice?
I looked up at the peep. You nuts or somethin'? You been into the nip? Crazy thoughts raced through my mind. Crazy thoughts of my peep bein' crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy! Crazier than a squirrel makin' nut pies. Crazier than seven hundred and forty-five squirrels makin' seven hundred and forty-five nut pies... EACH!
Next thing I knew, Ol' Peepers had imported seven hundred and forty-five pictures. There were seven hundred and forty-five new pictures filed away in my computer. Or were there?
Time would tell that she had imported only a paw full of new pictures. Yes, the pictures of those nip mice were there but so were a whole whack of older pictures. There were pictures of daffodils. There hasn't been a daffodil bloomin' in my garden since April or May. There were pictures of peonies. The peonies bloomed in June. My gosh, the peep had messed stuff up royally this time.
You're probably wonderin' why Ol' Peepers had gone ahead and imported all those pictures. She must have known that most of them were repeats. Again, I am so glad you asked.
The peep didn't know what else to do. A techno savvy peep would probably have been able to figure out a way to get rid of all those extra pictures before importation. But if you recall, my peep is anything but savvy when it comes to technology. That's 'cause she's a techno duffer of the highest order... emphasis on the duffer. You might as well put an emphasis on the highest order, too.
So then I had to watch while Ol' Peepers slowly went through all seven hundred and forty-five pictures, deleting all the old ones that were repeats. There were a lot of repeats. Seven hundred and forty-five pictures minus one paw full of new pictures is a heck of a lot of pictures to delete. About seven hundred and forty or so. MOUSES!
The process of deletion took a while. I had not one but two naps durin' that process. They were short naps, I admit, but naps, nonetheless.
Eventually, Ol' Peepers got everything sorted and I had my pictures from which I chose one to use on my blog. Yes... one. One out of seven hundred and forty-five.
The fact of the matter is, I have THE WORST IT SUPPORT IN THE HISTORY OF THE BLOGOSPHERE. I challenge anyone to find a peep more technologically duffered than my peep #1. The dufferness of my peep cannot be challenged, I tell you. My gosh, I even had to come up with a name for her. That's gotta prove her duffy dufferness, for sure. MOUSES!
And as a result of my peep #1 bein' such a techno duffer, my Sunday post went up late. It was past noon, before I got it up. I'm very sorry 'bout that. I hope no one was disappointed. But if you were, you now know who to blame. You now know to blame that technologically impaired duffer I call my peep. That's right... techno duffer #1.
Again I say, MOUSES! And I can say it 'cause it's true.