How the *blip* did we survive without computers? I’ll tell you…….
JUST FINE! The problem with all this technology is: it’s great when it WORKS!
Yep…..the computer age is a pain in the you know what. I long for the days I could pound away on a typewriter. Only to fix my mistakes by liquid paper or a special ribbon.
Always knowing that if I mess up enough, I’d have to start all over. It was real life. This technology crap drives me crazy because of the unreliability of it all. I am working offline right now because dear Verizon messed up our account and “accidentally” shut EVERYTHING down! Give me a bloomin’ break. Six hours ago, they said, “…oh we are so very sorry, it will be fixed in about four hours.”
Really? Really? REALLY???? Several hours later….I have my next post.
So back to the golden age of thought and realism……pre-computer. I (cough-cough) graduated one year before my high school got true computers. I know what you are thinking…..how could someone so in-tune and hip sounding be so freaking old????? Well, that’s just it…..I’m groovy. There, I said it….groovy, groovy, groovy. It gets better the more you say it, and even better after a nice bottle (or two) of Chianti. Now, growing up with just three basic TV channels, LP records and the dreaded 8-track tape deck in my mom’s station wagon was grand. I didn’t know anything different. When Dad came home from a business trip to Japan, he brought us Walkmans. Wow…those were cool. I could now walk around with small headphones and listen to my groovy tunes.
But, then again the rage soon to come was having an over-sized boom box on your shoulder while walking around the mall. Of course, we had to blare the loudest Led Zeppelin ever. Stairway to Heaven has yet to be matched! I spent my time mostly working on art projects, playing sports, reading art books and “talking” to my friends. Of course, nowadays….talking is obsolete. I tell my kids to call their friends instead of all this texting. They look at me like I am from Mars! Talk, as in a conversation…..what on Earth is that?! Looks like the dawn of Star Trek’s mind meld is actually coming sooner than expected. Mr. Spook had it good. Yep, there’s another dirty little secret….I’m a closet Trekkie. One of my big dreams was to meet Captain James T. Kirk, fall madly in love and live on some far-off planet. Well, about the closest I have come is painting my face blue for a sporting event….sort of blue. You know, Captain Kirk and the blue chicks had it going on!
Where was I…….youth, or lack there of. Well, computers are great when they work. Even a caveman could work these puppies nowadays. Crap, I just compared myself to a caveman! I really need to be more freaking sensitive….it’s caveperson! I’ll save my un-political correctness for another post!
PEACE, LOVE & BOOMBOXES