I am getting too old and cranky for technology. It honestly makes me want to punch a puppy most days. No, not really. I LOVE puppies, but you get it. I know you all feel the same way at times.
You see, I come from a childhood where “technology advancements” meant dad didn’t have to get off his ass or put his beer down to change the channels. The remote control came out for TV’s when I was a kid. He did, however, need to get up to adjust the RABBIT EARS (antennae, for you young peeps- they were these sticky uppy wires that were sometimes wrapped in tinfoil so you could tune in the 2 available channels on the TV screen without having it full of “snow”) that perched tackily, on top of the TV. We also eventually had a TV that had “colors” other than black, white and about 50 shades of grey. I was so excited the day I discovered that Grover and Cookie Monster were both blue. But, I digress.
Today, I learned that the new IOS means InOperableShit. I am angry with whoever came up with it.
My guy gifted me his iPad mini so that I could use it to play the videos on my workout app. He wasn’t using it for anything and saw me struggling trying to watch videos on my iphone. He charged it up, brushed the dust off and handed it to me, all proud of himself, and said “Here, honey. Now you can use this for your workouts and writing”. What a nice gesture.
