( – promoted by Nightprowlkitty)
I don’t like to use four letter words. Instead I choose the theme of the Biblical Apocalypse and the concept of having at least the last horse ride. None of this in today’s culture seems to have any “shock” value.
A younger guy at the lab was seen in the hallway, talking seemingly to himself, save for that weird blue thingy stuck in his right ear. It might be those Star Trek, “you will be assimulated” Borg episodes. The in the ear thingies creep me out.
Only ten years ago I used my computer skills to write letters and campaign against the non-renewal of a local police officer’s reinstatement on the local police force. The officer was a 29 year veteran of the police force and a victim of political manifestations in his “contract” renewal. The selectman meeting on the affair was packed. The police officer in question was popular, highly popular, the “mayor” of our small suburban town.
I even ran for selectman in my town with the primary purpose of unseating the instigator of this action. In the end my entry took enough votes away from this man and he lost. He was chairman of the board but the local paper noted his behavior upon loosing. He never ran for public office again.
Part of the “movement” and reason to unseat this police officer was his “incompetence” in using the “new” technology of computers. He, like me today didn’t really embrace the “benefits” of the digital world.
Ten years later I am walking down the hallway. A “kid” is talking to himself, but then I see the blue thingy in his ear. An attachment, enhancement of himself, I wonder if the microwave frequencies are causing him gradual brain damage. I wonder why society had to create and waste the electrical energy to create a second wireless phone system in addition to the “older” conventional wired phone system while debating a tax on carbon emissions, limits on energy use for those who can least afford it.
Ya, you, you mutant fuck. You are going to vote to tax my carbon emissions while you enjoy the convienience of not taking 50 steps to the “old” landline system.
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we are being cyborgs, aren’t we?
“If you can’t rec. an essay called Ya, you, you mutant fuck
y’all might as well go home.
Thanks Lasthorseman.
… lasthorseman. One of your best.
die, Gen Y mutant scum!
Was in NYC at the Times Square Westin Hotel when the blackout occurred in 2003.
No problem with communications, just use your cell phone, one might say.
Problem was, everyone tried to use their cellphones, and the system got overloaded and broke down.
Well, one might say, at least there were landline phones as a backup. Unfortunately, not the case. The Westin had removed all its pay phones.
Saw one pay phone, across the street, outside the Port Authority. It was mobbed by what looked to be a couple hundred people, who were fighting one another to get at the phone. Remarkable sight, like out of a disaster movie.
Since then, the Westin has re-installed pay phones.
of voice activation and single button dialing, people don’t know the phone numbers of who they are calling. My roommate works for a facilities maintenance call center. Someone got locked out of their office late at night when the badge reader stopped working. Their cell phone was in the office, they could not call anyone to come pick them up because they did not know any phone numbers, “They are all programmed in my cell”, he said. Then sheepishly stated that technology really screws us over in the end when it is not available or stops working.
but it isn’t behind somebody’s ear while they walk along bumping into people, or driving into other cars. I personally don’t have a land line, I live in the woods, so I was elated when cell coverage came to my place, even as spotty as it is, with lots and lots of dropped calls.