I took dinner at a middle eastern place yesterday before going to the theater. the large table next to mine was full of nattering seniors fresh from church. they began to grumble abt technology. one complaind that her grandkids no longer spoke cause they were constantly on their Blueberries.
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how old were they? i suppose if their in their late 60s we could get a time machine and watch the faces of their parents as they their children put in yet another lp on their new-fangled hi-fi's to listen to the scourge of the world, which might be take your pick, the beatles, the stones, or whomever else that extorted the young'uns to shake their booties.
removal was more chinese spam....
I've had a couple odd public encounters with people who I thought were talking to me, but who, after I responded to them, irritatedly turned toward me, revealing pieces of glowing plastic attached to their head. I wonder why I feel dumb in such situations . . . they're the ones talking to themselves while wearing Star Trek devices. I can sympathize a bit with the elderly diners. Take care,
---Mike
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