I did it. I finally did it.Last weekend, while
rest of Fort Wayne celebrated
long-awaited onset of springtime temperatures, I stayed inside and did something I've never done before.
I burned my first CD.
Yep, I joined
Pepsi generation and got me a real CD-RW drive. And I actually copied a music CD onto a blank CD (my wife's favorite Eric Clapton CD -- so now she's got one for home and one for
van; guess I better burn another one so she can listen to it at work, too.)
But it wasn't easy, let me tell ya!
If fact, I didn't think it would ever happen.
Why? Because when it comes to computers, I ain't
most proficient guy in
world. I know how to use my accounting and tax software, and I can peck away at a word processor with
best of them, but hardware? I'm clueless, man, absolutely clueless.
To me, RAM is an animal,
mascot for a pro football team that used to play in L.A. and then moved to St. Louis.
But my wife and kids have been pestering me for months to get a CD-RW so we can make our own music CD's. So last week I finally gave in and ventured out to my local discount electronics store.
And there they were, lined up on
shelf, all 28 different models.
I picked up one of
boxes and looked at
"specs". The first label that caught my eye was called "Disc Formats": CD-R, CD-RW, CD-ROM (mode 1 and mode 2), CD-ROM XA (mode2, form 1 and form2), CD-DA, Bootable CD, Photo CD (single and multi-sessions), Video CD, CD-Extra, Mixed mode CD, CD-text.
I suddenly felt
beginnings of a headache.
I know enough about hardware to know that you've got to make sure a new piece of hardware is compatible with your existing hardware.
Ah, yes,
"interface", gotta make sure that's right!
So I looked at
box where is said "E-IDE/ATAPI".
Now my stomach didn't feel so good either.
Finally, I turned
box over and found what I was looking for, "System Requirements": IBM PC Pentium 200MHz or higher; 64MB DRAM, 1 GB for image recording, 150MB free HD space for installing writing software.
I no longer had a headache. I had a migraine.
Enough was enough. I left
store and came home empty- handed. I was in over my head, and it was time to admit it.