I'm not one to go off on a rant (wink, wink), but we recently purchased a video editing program - Sony's Vegas Movie Studio. We made sure that it would work with Vista, since this is the operating system that came with my laptop. More on Vista later. Tim downloaded Sony Vegas on his laptop, too - his laptop runs Windows XP. Well, everything works fine, as long as mp3 files don't get involved. Once you try to add an mp3, Sony Vegas immediately crashes. Only on my machine with the Vista - on Tim's XP machine, it all works fine.
I sent the error message that accompanied the crash to the Sony help people. They sent back a list of steps to perform that took about an hour and a half to complete. Didn't work. Sent them another email telling them, "Yo, didn't work," along with the new error message. I'm then told to send them the file of my system information. Did that immediately. My most recent email from Sony says basically, "Wow, too bad. Hey, if you ever find out what's wrong, let us know. We're kinda curious!"
Of course, we all know the problem - VISTA! AAARGH!!!! I cannot tell you how many times I have to restrain myself from physical violence (you know, pillows....what did you think I meant?!) whenever I have to deal with Vista. No judging, you who have no knowledge or experience with Microsoft's pathetic excuse for an operating system. You'd think they were new to the whole computer thing, and Vista was their first attempt!
As I'm writing this, I'm listening to Tammy Bruce talk about the insanity of the U.S. having drugs made in China - that, oh my goodness, are contaminated. What? How could that happen? Did you know that the FDA has a budget of only $10 million for foreign inspections? The whole conversation is not calming me down. Oh, well, I'm done with my rant.
For now.
A few weeks ago, I saw this gorgeous layout at Digishoptalk (click photo for a larger view). I had to make it. So, (sigh) another scraplift. I wish I could say this all came from my own little brain, but, seriously...
Little Bethany, back in the day when I had influence over her clothing purchases. I miss those days. She does fine in her selecting, and I absolutely have the final say, but I'm only there for approving or denying. My sense of style and taste is no longer required (sniff).
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