Since going retro with my techno I’ve noticed something. I don’t really need that much technology in my life. Sure I’m still hooked to the PC for about ten hours a day, but much of that is work related so it doesn’t really count. I make maybe two cell calls a day and both of those tend to be to THE WOMAN. My Palm is still a key piece of my life since that’s where my to-do-list resides, and allows me to play Tetris on the Metro. So I can’t really understand why it would be so damned important for me to have Google beam emerging traffic patterns into my cell phone. And do I really ever have a compelling need to Yahoo! for answers about why Brad won’t marry Angelina while I’m driving?

I like the whole CPT Kirk thing of being able to flip open my communicator and talk to some one light years away. But could I live without it? Sure I could, and so could the rest of the world most days. After getting rid of the CrackBerry I wonder why it was ever really that big of a deal to have one. I can read my Gmail on my new phone just fine, and get to control when or even if I look at it instead of it streaming in at all hours of the day and night. Me controlling technology is better than it controlling me.

By the way, FDFM has got her own blog now. THE BOY would have one too, but right now reading is still a bit of a challenge for him. But his terrified face is soon to be on my Visa card. My card company sent out an e-mail a few weeks ago letting me know that I could do a one time shot and personalize my plastic money. I chose the roller coaster shot not only for the laugh value, but also to make an ironic statement about the interest rates that Capitol One charges my every month.