I am a Technophobe, or, Fodder for my Blog

I'm not really scared of technology, it's just that I know just enough to mess things up, but not enough to know how to fix what I've messed up. So I can either cry about it (which I already did a little this morning; I'll attribute it to stress), or I can laugh about it on my blog.

In the last week, I have singlehandedly:

• broken the printer - well, okay, I didn't break it, but it broke while I was using it. But what I did do is assume that it wasn't actually broken, but needed the color ink to be replaced since two of them were out. So Christian put the colors in, tried to print again and realized that, in fact, the printer is broken. So not only are we out a printer, but we are out over $30 worth of color ink because it has been opened so it can't be returned.
• screwed up the internet access for the entire weekend - I'm not sure how that one happened, and it's a long story, and I don't want to get into it.
• couldn't get the speakers on the computer to work - I wanted to listen to a couple of podcasts, and I plugged the speakers into both the computer and the wall and they wouldn't work. I turned them on, fiddled with the volume on both the speakers and the computer, and got nothing. Christian came home from work, I told him the speakers weren't working, and he turned them on and surprise surprise...they were working fine.
• deleted the last two days worth of pictures on the camera - again, a long story, but I thought they were saved to the computer when, in fact, the memory card was just plugged into the computer so I was only viewing the pictures. So when I took the memory card out of the computer, plugged it into the camera, and deleted them, I had no idea that they weren't copied to the computer. So I know exactly what beautiful pictures I deleted. I can see them right now in my mind...a picture of our family and the missionaries, eating at our house one last time before we move; pictures of the boys one last time at Ada Hayden Park, with the water and the beautiful trees in the background; oh and the picture of our couch we put on Craigslist to give away because we don't have room to bring it with us.
• Let's see, this isn't technology based, but I used oven cleaner to clean the things on the stovetop under the elements, and the oven cleaner ate the paint right off. They're nice and clean now, but they look dirty because the black underneath the paint looks like stuck on food, rather than just being extra extra clean.

There may be more things, but my brain is turning off because if it doesn't, it might just explode.