progress and technology/rant alert!
why, oh why, did the guy (had to be a guy) who invented the HP pavilion a562n CPU put a fancy, blinking blue light on my power button? my baby so wants to push that button. all. day. long.
and thank you cell phones. because of cell phones, every phone number out there is now 10 digits. growing up, i only had to learn 7 digits and still remember my number from back in my early kidhood mercer road days (981-6213, baby!) my poor middlest -- he's trying to memorize our phone number. he's got the first seven digits down but flounders on the last three. coincidence?
and finally, we recently entered the 20th century and got cable TV. (this after five years of no TV and five years watching PBS and videos, but that's another rant for another day...) anyhow, i'm a total cable grouch. frankly, i hate it. it's just another addictive vice. something else i have to police for the kidlets. argh. the worst part has been the commercials, believe it or not. oldest told me i ought to try jenny craig. he also came and asked if we could go to sonic. "they have a huge variety of food and desserts and they're open late just for us," he roboted. my own little marketing stepford son. today at the grocery store, middlest ran over to a display of fabric softener and tossed a giant bottle of downy into the back of the cart. i was completely mystified. i've never bought fabric softener in my life. "i want to make a snow angel, mom," he smiled. still mystified. "a snow angel on the bed," he insisted. oh my gosh. the downy commercials show a little girl so piled in soft, good-smelling cotton glory that she is able to make an angel imprint in the sheets. my son wanted a piece of the action, too. sigh. sigh. that ubiquitous motherly sigh.
done ranting. cheers!
and thank you cell phones. because of cell phones, every phone number out there is now 10 digits. growing up, i only had to learn 7 digits and still remember my number from back in my early kidhood mercer road days (981-6213, baby!) my poor middlest -- he's trying to memorize our phone number. he's got the first seven digits down but flounders on the last three. coincidence?
and finally, we recently entered the 20th century and got cable TV. (this after five years of no TV and five years watching PBS and videos, but that's another rant for another day...) anyhow, i'm a total cable grouch. frankly, i hate it. it's just another addictive vice. something else i have to police for the kidlets. argh. the worst part has been the commercials, believe it or not. oldest told me i ought to try jenny craig. he also came and asked if we could go to sonic. "they have a huge variety of food and desserts and they're open late just for us," he roboted. my own little marketing stepford son. today at the grocery store, middlest ran over to a display of fabric softener and tossed a giant bottle of downy into the back of the cart. i was completely mystified. i've never bought fabric softener in my life. "i want to make a snow angel, mom," he smiled. still mystified. "a snow angel on the bed," he insisted. oh my gosh. the downy commercials show a little girl so piled in soft, good-smelling cotton glory that she is able to make an angel imprint in the sheets. my son wanted a piece of the action, too. sigh. sigh. that ubiquitous motherly sigh.
done ranting. cheers!
posted by mEg at 9:34 AM
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