All right, how many of us are there, still walking the planet? In shameful silence, scared to move forward, afraid the day looms large when a separate phone line (another relic, once reserved for that hot item, the "Fax line.") We're like denizens of a Ray Bradbury novel, Ludites of a special breed. I'm moving later this summer, and will probably break down and use something else ... but I still love my dial-up, the word "modem" still makes me feel, I dunno, secure. I turn the volume up, and hear that high-pitched hum, and know I've connected.
But I recently met a friend for drinks, and when this slipped out, he sprayed Ketel One all over my shoulder, as if I'd admitted that I use a discman instead of an Ipod (yikes--with the Carpenters on it!), have a secret dvd of Celine Dion's Vegas show (whoops)or worse, out of boredom post at one of those "theater boards..."
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 5/20/08 at 12:04 PM