As Fab Boy said in his last post, "Am I 21st Century or what?"
I laughed aloud when I read that this morning.
I laughed because I read the post while wearing a paper dress, impatiently sitting in a very cold (naturally) exam room at my doctor's office waiting... Waiting ...WAITING - Hello? Does anybody work here? - for my last nip-tuck check-up.
And I was pissed (in the American sense not the British sense, it was Monday morning and I do have a job and I am over the age of 25 after all) because I could not log onto Blogger from my Blackberry.
Now, I have seen a quick little "Blog Remotely!" promo on the Blogger site, but never clicked on it. Never needed it. Until now. It's like a flu shot that you postpone getting because, "I never get sick." Until you're sick. Then you're kicking yourself- engaging in self-flagellation, even - for not having taken five minutes to get the flu shot. But I digress.
So it suddenly occurred to me, "How very, very sad is this?" A year ago I did not own a Blackberry. Six months ago I was not partnering in a blog. Waaay back then I would have brought a book to the doctor's office. Now I'm cursing Charles Babbage, God, RIM, and St. Isidore because I can't blog from my PDA. I also get aggravated when I can't print from my sofa. I have WiFi, but I can't print remotely. I have to GET UP and plug the printer into my laptop. *dramatic roll of the eyes and teenage-like sneer* I might as well be typing on a Selectric and using carbon paper.
Which makes me one of THOSE people. And I'm not even sure who those people are, but I suspect they are the same tragically hip individuals who dress their toddlers in t-shirts that say, "My Mom's Blog is Cooler Than Your Mom's Blog" and who spend three hours arranging their hair so that it looks like they haven't washed or combed it since the last lunar eclipse.
But I don't want to be that person. Truly. I just want to be connected. And heard. So if the next time you see me I look like a squirrel is nesting in my 'do, I am dressed from the Salvation Army dumpster and am sporting such teeny-tiny, black-rimmed hipster glasses that it appears I can't actually see between the frames, please wrestle the Blackberry from my hand, disconnect my WiFi and change my Blogger password.
I would do the same for any of you. *smooch*
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