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Mr. Roboto Now Creeps Around My Grocery Store
I have basic routines throughout my week, one of which is to shop at the same damn grocery store every.single.week. In fact, I find myself there what feels like every.single.day., because no matter how carefully we plan, we forget to buy something that requires a trip back. Until last week. Maybe I need to find a new grocery store, because my old reliable is FREAKING ME OUT. It started about three weeks ago. My husband had taken the little kids with him on some errands, one of which included a visit to Stop & Shop for a few things. It wasn’t our neighborhood Stop & Shop, which is key. The…
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The Future Is NOW…uh, wow…
Do you know what this is? Good; then I don’t feel so bad. Because I encountered it in a place that ironically enough, used to thrive on the simplicity of the written word, printed on pages wafting with the aroma of aging ink. ANSWER: It’s a book checkout station, at a library. http://giphy.com/search/confused-gif And I resent it, because it made me feel old. I have nothing against progress and technology, believe me. I love my iPhone. No, I mean I LOOOOVE my iPhone. I love that I can carry around a pocketful of friends that I can talk with on a moment’s notice, if I feel like it. I savor…
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iPhone, myPhone
I shall admit right off the bat that this post is horrendously of the “first-world-problem” nature… #5 had my iPhone in her grubby little clutches today. And that sparked my thoughts here- Despite my general ineptitude regarding all things technological, I DO own an iPhone. Or should I say, my iPhone owns me. Because if it was possible to have a crush on an electronic device -stop your dirty mind right there, please- then my iPhone is the one, baby! Do I get that little thrill when my phone lights up with a text, tweet, or alert? Yes, Yes, I do. Except phone calls. Because if you want…
