Or, as I prefer to call it, Kicking and Screaming in the 21st Century.
In high school, I bragged about typing 93 words a minute with three errors on a manual typewriter. This year two teens won $100,000 for thumb texting 120 words in 2 minutes and 28 seconds.
A friend coerced me into joining Facebook and then taunts me with email messages about writing on my wall. I’d sign in again, if only I could remember that clever password I created.
My co-worker set up my workstation on a virtual server. I don’t quite get how a computer can be out there just floating in space. He stashed an unplugged CPU under my desk and calls it “Penny’s virtual.”
My grandkids asked me to play WII with them. I thought it was a video game about World War II. The whole playing with imaginary people is uncomfortable for me. I’ve flung the controller, hit myself in the forehead with it, and lost every bowling match I’ve played to a six-year-old.
I got excited when I successfully recorded a show on the DVR while watching another television show on cable. But finally VICTORY. Last night, I switched from the cable box to the Blue Ray recorder, turned the sound on the tuner for the DVD, and pressed PLAY, using three remotes without calling my out-of-state son to walk me through it.
Blogging just seemed like my next hurdle.
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