Lo fi ’til I die
It was a telling moment when, during a visit home to San Diego trying to figure out a digital camera, I rhetorically asked "How does this damn thing work?" and my seven year old niece shouted with frustration, "It’s digital!" and come up to assist me while everybody laughed. Okay, so bone me ’cause I don’t know how to work a friggin’ digital camera, nor do I have one or plan on getting one anytime soon. But with the advent of all this alleged new advanced technological gadgetry, one has to ask oneself the Three Most Important Questions Ever:
1. What’s the point, really?
2. Is it worth it?
and
3. Are you suuure you’re not trying to compensate for something else?
A few examples: iPods runs about $300 a pop. My walkman cost about $30 bucks. I could buy a computer, but I already have one at work, and kind of prefer to limit my time exposed to computer glare radiation. It might behoove me in my fairy tale pursuit of becoming a DJ to get a laptop and some software to make online mixes, but the cost and complexity sort of outweigh the simplicity and convenience of just sticking my tape recorder up to the speakers and making myself a mix.
End side A. Flip over to side B. That’s right, ho.
That said, I’m making the landmark decision to finally get a cell phone. Cingular sent me a letter promising me and me alone a free phone and free delivery, so I see it as God’s will. ‘Sides, you never know when you need to call the poh-lice.
In other news, what was with Lance Armstrong asking Jake Gyllenhall at the ESPYs, "Jake, what’re you doing sitting in the front? I thought you liked it in the rear?" How does the guy with one ball make a fag joke?
ANT the comedian: not that comedic.
Are there no more video arcades?
Bianca was my favorite of the "Bevery Hills Teens". Brandon was my dream man from "Beverly Hills 90210". And Granny rocked my world from "The Beverly Hillbillies".
