As you can see, there’s no freakin’ picture to go with this one, either. I have been receiving what is laughingly called tech support for two hours without profiting from it in the least. This could kill me, if I’m not careful.
Somewhere on the planet there has to be someone who knows how to solve this problem. But the Geek could only give me a whole new procedure with about 25 extra steps to it that would be guaranteed to utterly destroy me, psychically.
I hope this is not the end of my blog.
And don’t anybody tell me, “Don’t panic,” because it’s too late, I already have.