Text Message
After a period in the technological wilderness, I recently got a cell-phone. Needless to say (at least for those who know me) a large percentage of this device’s marvelous technology is utterly wasted on me. Last week I managed, after 20 minutes and no small amount of frustration, to send a six-word text message to a co-worker. As you can imagine, my euphoria was virtually unbridled. Perhaps my text-messaging incompetence is turning me into a curmudgeonly old killjoy, but I just cannot seem to get excited about these little bursts of grammatically-challenged communication.
Given the preceding, I got more than a chuckle out of this:
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Welcome to the 90’s buddy!
Text me some time.
That is AWESOME!!
U 8nt nuthn til u 1/2 a txt msg thum sprAn
Ah, but can you morse code in a mall, or theater, or a lecture hall, or a church, or a car, or while you*re talking to somebody else?
You and your twin are alike in so many ways, ask Gil about using my cell phone holding it to his head backwards!! 🙂
Well, from one unexpected technological experience to another… Me, trying to text-message, and my dad commenting on a blog.
Welcome to the 90’s indeed.
(I don’t have to ask Gil about the cell-phone, Paul. I know it’s true. I’ve done something similar. Sigh.)
yes that irony is not lost on me either Ryan since it would happen to be the posting on technology that Edgar chose as his entre into the world of blogging…
…do you gentlemen have a secret luddite fellowship that a brother could join?
They shouldn’t make them flat. It’s easier to understand when they bend toward your mouth.