Old fogies

There is just something phenomenal and hilarious about technology. Some people are 'on' the train, and others seem to have missed it. Back in November, my family and I went on a road trip around Arizona, Utah and Nevada. We hit a lot of sights and drove through (what felt like) every ghost town, bustling city, and national park in those states. To avoid getting lost around there, we got a GPS thing-a-ma-bobber that hooked up to my laptop. Waaay cheaper than a Tom-tom or something. Well, now everytime we go somewhere outside Miami (with or without the GPS) my dad says 'Tell your computer to tell us where we are'. As if it could...

And when I bought my car a few months back, the dealer threw in a Bluetooth stereo upgrade for free. Very nice of them. So, basically, my car can talk just like Kit could. Well, not half as cool. And it's a chick. Anyway, when I call someone in my car, it goes through the car (instead of holding the phone). Dad seems to be under the impression that my car can call people, and receive calls. I have tried, in vain, to explain that the phone is doing all the work. Without the phone, no phone calls. To no avail... He still tells me to have my car call his car.

The other night, he knew I'd be in class, but wanted to know my grade right away. So he suggested that I 'TexMex-age' him. I asked him if he wanted a burrito with that. It will be funny one day when my kids share pictures on their coffee table. I'll be flabbergasted, kinda like the 90-year-old woman who is afraid of microwaves...