Tonight I had a heckuva time with a learning tool called Blackboard Collaborate. Can we just say that in the course of trying to record a software demonstration I almost found a cat for the purpose of kicking it?…
So it turns out that, of the eight students registered to this course, not a single one of us could figure out the software. I emailed the professor, said my prayers, then tried my best to record my presentation. Long story short: I recorded all right. I recorded twenty-six minutes of myself playing around with the software. It was about an hour later that I realized my mistake that I hadn’t cut the recording. In fairness, I’m the only one who made the deadline. However, I had to sit at my kitchen table and painfully listen through twenty-six minutes of this thing to make sure I hadn’t inadvertently said anything untoward. For instance the following conversation had actually taken place at one point in the evening. I just couldn’t be sure it didn’t happen out of range of the laptop and its sinister hot mic.
One of my sisters called me. I needed a break from this nonsense so I happily took the call. I went on about my woes with BB. She then proceeded to tell me about a trip she’s booking to Vegas. Her words (loud enough to be picked up by any microphone):
…So apparently I can’t find a smoking hotel room in this whole *#$&ing city! I mean really. Let me tell you, this one place looked awesome. It was chic. It was beautiful. The pool looked great. The ad on their website has some weird-ass video of a woman who comes out of the lobby holding a white rabbit. She sets the rabbit on the ground and looks at it like a freak. Then they say ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ That’s great. So you can &$@* an @&*#ing rabbit but you can’t smoke a cigarette. Guess they don’t want any sinners in Sin City?
She has a point and a certain sense of logic about this whole thing. That being said, again, it took me twenty-six minutes to determine that this conversation (nor any other) landed on my recording.
Oy, say a prayer I make it through this course alive and sane.
On a positive note, my son went back to karate tonight after having been sick. He’s really getting the hang of this.