Monday, August 13, 2007
I needed a stopwatch yesterday so I dug through one of the many corrugated cartons of obsolete technology (CCOT) that dot the landscape around here to find an antique cell phone that included that function. Remember those long ago days of 2000? Folks were so proud of their new phones they hung them from their belts like scalps. It made a guy feel like Batman: “Hold on, I must speak into this communications device dangling from my futility belt.” Yet in that same moment of bright promise, everything turned to crap. Dubya was elected and the Monkey Wards closed down.