My Camera Has Changed Its Mind This is going to sound a little crazy, but I think my technological apparati (plural for apparatus?) take after me in that they respond to boys. My camera, which I looked at from EVERY angle and which seemed permanently broken (the lens refused to return to a closed position and it rattled a LOT), started working the moment my roommate's guyfriend touched the power button. I think this only solidifies my self-proclaimed title, damsel in technological distress.
A few words about that title; it was first bestowed on me by a well-meaning guyfriend who was trying to fix my remote. Here's the story behind it all. I got a rather wonderful television set, complete with original remote, cable and an extra speaker for my computer, at a church garage sale for about $20. Naturally the original remote didn't work (considering my technologically impaired status) so I went to Wal-Mart and got a new Universal Remote for minimal expense. I didn't even try to read the enormously complicated directions; I called in the guyfriends. It took one of them just a few minutes to get the remote working, then we manually reset the channels to this cable. The next day, only the mute button on the remote worked. I do not see how this could possibly relate back to me, except that perhaps I am indeed doomed to be a Damsel in Technological Distress.
My name is Victoria. I'm a a junior in college studying abroad for a semester in Rome. I love to travl and to learn languages. I speak English and French, I've been working on Spanish, and I hope pick up a conversational level of Italian while I'm here in Rome.... full info
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My Camera Has Changed Its Mind
This is going to sound a little crazy, but I think my technological apparati (plural for apparatus?) take after me in that they respond to boys. My camera, which I looked at from EVERY angle and which seemed permanently broken (the lens refused to return to a closed position and it rattled a LOT), started working the moment my roommate's guyfriend touched the power button. I think this only solidifies my self-proclaimed title, damsel in technological distress. A few words about that title; it was first bestowed on me by a well-meaning guyfriend who was trying to fix my remote. Here's the story behind it all. I got a rather wonderful television set, complete with original remote, cable and an extra speaker for my computer, at a church garage sale for about $20. Naturally the original remote didn't work (considering my technologically impaired status) so I went to Wal-Mart and got a new Universal Remote for minimal expense. I didn't even try to read the enormously complicated directions; I called in the guyfriends. It took one of them just a few minutes to get the remote working, then we manually reset the channels to this cable. The next day, only the mute button on the remote worked. I do not see how this could possibly relate back to me, except that perhaps I am indeed doomed to be a Damsel in Technological Distress.