Friday, January 25, 2013

Friday pussy is busy call back later



Ever get that feeling you're chasing your tail? I'll get back to you on that right after I answer the voice    mail. Like I ever do that.

We create more bells an whistles to "make life easier"or so they say. Take a phone for example. There was a time in the olden days when it was a very simple device. The phone rang, you picked up the receiver and said "hello". Easy enough but ohhhhh noooo can't have that! Now we must have caller id, call waiting, multiple callers bee bop zip zap and ring a ding ding. A ring tone for each individual caller so that when mother in law calls the music from Dracula fills the air. Think you'll answer that one? And forget cell phones. Only a twelve year old is tech savvy enough to handle one of the new smarty ones. What ever happened to k.i.s.s. = "keep it simple stupid"?  And let us not forget those brainy individuals who keep every scrap of contact information neatly tucked into the digital memory of their smart phone which they either conveniently left at home or forgot to charge the night before. How smart are ya now Sparky!? I found it most amusing running circles around upper management armed with little more than a small note pad and pen. Proving once again that the pen is mightier than a smarty phone any day.

Haven't played tag in 50+ years but now there's a new twist. It can be done with a phone now. I leave a message with your machine you leave a message with mine and together we'll both forget to check. Basically I don't check anyway because if it was that important you'll call back later. And I really don't care what brand of beans you buy at the supermarket they probably don't have it anyway just grab one and run. And the only reason for text messages should be when your mouth is duct taped and you're informing the authorities imho.

The links the links. Hope you know where this is going. Especially found on government web pages you click and wait with the message "you are now leaving planet earth and we aren't responsible for what happens to you", only to be directed to yet another page of links. You press on pertinent link or at least you thought you did only to land up back where you started. Kafka must be chuckling in his grave.

But we're stuck. Knobs and dials are out. You just can't flip a switch or turn a dial. And don't forget your password or you're not gettin in there. Gad what was it? I used to know it last month. So you stay logged in which is a sure sign you hate the routine as much as I do. And a sure bet that password will be forgotten like a root canal.

Now if you'll excuse me I have emails to delete.

Bank fails later
UPDATE: No bank fails this week and they seem to be slowing down.

10 comments:

BBC said...

My 20 dollar cell phone sounds like a phone when it rings, it pretty much doesn't do anything but what old phones did and that's all I need a fucking phone for.

Damn, it is Friday, will go to the Cornerhouse for clam chowder.

BBC said...

Hey, you can get free burgers at Dick's today. I've heard about Dick's for years but have never been to one.

Aquarians Love To Fuck said...

"......And the only reason for text messages should be when your mouth is duct taped and you're informing the authorities imho......"

Or you're informing your BDSM BFF. IMHO.

BBC?

Let me know when you can get free dicks at Burger's today. I've heard about dicks for years but have never been on one.

Roger Owen Green said...

IO DO love caller ID, though. I answer the phone far less often...

Demeur said...

What? They get a new shipment of horse meat?

Good one A.L.F. but I'm not THAT kinky.

Roger that is until they started to use caller ID block.

Aquarians Love To Fuck said...

Nor am I.
I was merely expanding your knowledge vis a vis the potential uses for sending a Text Message.

Knowledge is Power.

Innit?

Ranch Chimp said...

Couple weeks ago, we were sitting around at a social type setting, 4 of my grandkid's were there ... they all stayed glued individually to their phone's and had no idea what in Hell was going on around them, nor did I have any idea what any of them were individually doing on them. The other morning at the rail transit station ... it was morning rush hour and fairly packed ... I sware ... 90% of the people there, young, old, and every culture and gender ... were all glued to their phone's ... if it wasnt for the noise of the train coming, they probably would have missed it ... I was actually reading my morning copy of ... the Dallas Morning News ... believe it or not ... out of about a 100 people or so ... I seen no one else with a newpaper ... heh, heh, heh, heh, heh : ) I got one of my grandson's a football for Christmas (just to be odd : ) ... we went out in the parking lot and threw passes to each other for a bit, he actually loved it ... it was "new" to him ... um, um, um ... imagine that! Frankly I was the most thrilled feeling that grip on the ball as I was passing ... brought back ole memories : )

BTW ya'll ... I mostly ignore and dont even look at the phone number on my caller ID when my phone ring's ... I just answer it and still say "Hello" : )

Randal Graves said...

The prehistoric copiers of twenty years ago jammed far far far far far far less often than the ultra-fancy uber-tech boxes we're stuck with these days.

Demeur said...

People still read newspapers? What's a newspaper?

Randal longs for the smell of mimeograph fluid.

Aquarians Love To Fuck said...

Demeur said,

"......Randal longs for the smell of mimeograph fluid......"

Although I am much too young to have experienced that 'ancient' pleasure, The Tutor assures me that the aroma of the mimeographed page was intoxicating - at least to his school-age self any way.