Technology is out to get me.
Not in a paranoid, crazy way.
In that totally normal way a non-sentient being can hold a grudge and use it to torture you.
(And in this case, you is me.)
I started sensing this was the case after the Dear Crappy Writer emails started.
(In case you’re wondering, yes, I’m positive I’ve checked Feedburner’s Please Don’t Send Me Dear Crappy Writer Emails box.)
(I still get at least a few a week.)
But apparently my arch-enemy wasn’t satisfied and decided to infiltrate Instagram to cause me yet more pain.
You may remember that I’m attempting to read all of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot novels.
I’m memorializing each reading with an Instagrammed photo of the book cover.
So on Tuesday, after finishing Hercule Poirot’s Christmas and aching to share a comment on bloody snow footprints with the world, I opened Instagram and selected my photo and chose my filter and then… nothing.
The app closed.
So I tried a few more times, taking a different photo and closing the app and restarting.
And nothing, absolutely nothing, would make my photo post.
So, in my infinite laziness, I moved on and attempted other things.
Then, Wednesday morning, I tried again.
And again I was thwarted.
Until Wednesday night, when I was quite simply able to post this photo of Lindsey & I & ice cream.
(Happy Birthday Lindsey!)
After ice cream we all adjourned to my place where we sat around the dining room table, talking and laughing.
About what, I don’t know, as I was distracted, trying yet again to Instagram Hercule Poirot’s Christmas and once more being denied with a black screen and a closing of the app.
Skye thought to perform a quick Google search to see if, perhaps, the problem was not mine alone.
(The problem is mine alone.)
This was doubly verified when Skye was allowed to post her own Instagram photo of Hercule Poirot’s Christmas.
The only solution is clear.
I must track down and murder my arch enemy.
And then make sure to wipe my feet before walking over snow.
People named Carl have always had it out for me
So he’s probably named Carl
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