Clueless in Moraga
It’s official. There’s no discussion. I should be on display in the Smithsonian next to the dinosaur exhibit.
While I watched my 15-inch deep television with a slot for videotape, I made a list of electronic gizmos advertised, gizmos I don’t understand. We still get TV ads. Bruce has not figured out how to install the DVR thingy so we can skip ads.
Droid – Short for “android,” but I guess not.
Twitter – Light laughter.
MARCUS PSP – No idea what it is, but it costs only $9.99.
Blackberry – Text messaging and phone combination.
Portable Play Station – In my opinion, a shopping bag full construction paper, scissors, and paste.
I tried “Making My Own Web Page in One Evening” as promised by the GoDaddy domain company. Now I have a domain that says I am a dog trainer, not an author. I definitely did something wrong.
Then there is our new toaster oven, bristling with knobs and dials. The instruction booklet is as thick as a People magazine. All I want to do is make toast. So far, I’ve converted two slices of bread into charcoal. I gave up on the third slice and ate it barely warm. A new downer in my life – Defeated By Toaster.
Maybe Bruce and I can share the same Smithsonian display space. He can’t figure out the DVR instructions and I cannot figure out anything else.