It's been over half a year since my last post. I've had to Scrooge McDuck swan-dive through a huge pile of fanmail asking me to get back into the lab (with a pen and a pad.. tryin to get this damned label off...) for another message.
Jeez, countless adoring fans, I hear you!! Here I am! Please please, turn thee down your deafening applause at my triumphant return.
Now then - to the point:
I have always been behind technology. Either too poor to afford it, or too lazy to stay cutting edge. But the dangerous thing about technology is that it's not something that just passes you by, it's a tsunami that if you're not riding the crest, you're getting crushed and then left on the shore of an unknown land.
Now my refusal to BRB and LOL have marked me as anachronistic and backwards, rather than marking me as a guy who knows how to spell. No one even thinks about it anymore - it's just the sign of the times.
Why won't I just cave? Why don't I just get on board with how people communicate? What point am I trying to make other than I am not ready to get with the program?
Is this really what the rest of my life is going to look like?
Step 1 - Refusal to use today's terminology
Step 2 - Checkered polyester pants
Step 3 - Horrible horrible incontinence
Step 4 - Death
I suppose this is something that most people go through when they become thirty-somethings. Yay.
Either way, adoring fans, life is swell right now. Thanks for asking! ;)
PS - I thought I'd spare you to ridiculously obscure Depeche Mode reference from the name of the entry here.. Though I'm waving around a lighter right now in fond memory of Speak and Spell.