I grew up in the dark ages, the BCT era (before colour television). I learned to write cursive with state of the art equipment — a long, black Harry Potter wand with a nib and an ink bottle.
And now … I have a smart phone, a tablet, a Kindle and two laptops. The 15″ laptop is a bit of a home body, but the 12″ likes to get out and about. She fits into the “personal item” Air Canada kindly allows me to bring on board.
I have all these things, but — am I any good with them? Not so much. I can’t even get Google Home to play the radio station I want. She has this nasty habit of saying she can’t find it. Mind you, I shouldn’t complain, today she found my Google Play music library and I have no idea how.
It’s not that I don’t like these toys, I do. I like not having to carry a camera or a book, buying coffee without taking out my wallet, never having to ask for directions. I love snapping a picture and magic — the cheques my allergic to electronic banking friend insists on writing appear in my account. Nice.
I’m a big fan of electronic everything because one of my goals in life is to never have to talk to a human being, like ever 🙂 Sorry, wandered off topic there.
Right, Techno Tsuris. It’s a recurring illness caused by faulty tech. Presents with a lot of slamming things around and muttering under your breath. Cure: new tech.
I recently suffered through a rather bad attack. Three hours on chat lines and phone lines with customer service reps at Amazon only to be told what I already knew. The 3G on my Kindle doesn’t work.
Feeling much better now. Amazon is sending a new Kindle 🙂
(Tsuris: Yiddish for troubles, woes, worries, and aggravation.)