So recently I've become lazier then normal when it comes to typing, not saying I wasn't already. I've been working on a novel for the last oh....going on seven years and I have only written approximately seven chapters (a chapter a year for those keeping count). I decided to get myself a microphone and train the speech program in Office. The thought of being about to talk to my computer like it was a secretary made my little monkey heart flutter with joy.
Traveling to my nearest Best Buy, I attempted to locate said microphone. After a half hour of walking around in what can only be described as a blind rage, I decided to ask a sales person.
"Excuse me, where would I find a computer microphone?" I asked a zitty looking adolescent.
"Um...well....I think....um...I really don't know maybe here."
He brings me to speakers. I wanted to strangle him with my tail. Luckily his life was saved due to my attention to my surroundings.
"Aren't those microphones" I said.
The salesperson (I use that term lightly) looked to where I was pointing and nodded much like a wooden puppet.
I shooed him away and began looking at microphones. Thank god I have a background in them because a normal monkey would have been lost. (I should inform you that the salesperson told me about the mics was as follows, "this is good this is better this is the best" I wanted to beat him for not telling me what made them good better and best) I made a phone call to my friend (He's a Yettie that sells pro-audio equipment) and asked him if the mic I had selected would be good for my application, of course it was.
I sped home in a delusional joy having found a way to make my life so much easier. I went and plugged in my brand new Logitech Mic, and then clicked the speech button in office.....BOOM
After I awoke I saw the heaping pile on plastic and metal that use to be a Sony Vio and and Logitech Mic, with a cat laying in the middle of it chewing on the microphone's wire......
Tomorrow: When it rains does it really pour?
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