Technology is a heavy sigh. It displays in so many ways its disdain for me. I am in a black hole of time and space. One in which even the simplest change in technology my brain bypasses any depth of understanding. The hashtag for example, it is everywhere, seems like a marketing ploy, and I thought it was just for Instagram, which I don't use of course. But then I was told you should be using it on your blog. I don't write like that #blog#nohashtag#hell. Now watch, a year from now I'll be doing it. I am a slow poke.
Living in the country, we had one option for internet originally, it was a dish mounted on our roof, pointing towards some unseen satellite, or maybe it was a thingy on top of the towns grain silo's. The dish is still there, but now we have an underground line, and they did not want the dish back, how does one recycle that? I have a modem too. Then it all stops in an instant. Demonic activity. I call and hear your modem is bad, they send another one, which does not work and then a tech guy comes out, and nope the line has been eaten by rabbits. Happened more than once. Since I work from home, and so does my hubby, this causes great stress in a marriage.
God forbid should the actual computer or any of its programs go haywire. Really, I just need the basics, a Microsoft package for dummies please. I don't think much less talk this language. I know two people who will still help us, our kids are no better, they didn't inherit this gene (that is how bad our gene's are). We feel like sitting ducks, at some point, it is going to happen, again. Don't even talk about security and being invaded. Too many options for things. We can't figure out how to re-hook up our Wii, which is how we got Netflix, for months now. So many wires back there. I bought some antenna thing for our TV, but I still only get some channels, (no cable), and those channels change when a strong wind goes thru, and upstairs is different than downstairs, nothing makes any sense!
Working from home, is the same, please don't upgrade me. They asked me to review my teams access to various tools, but the words were in tech codes, I told them unless they can say in English what that relates to I can't help them.
I have an android phone (yes I used the word android for the first time right here), not an I phone, so sometimes my response to group messages only goes back to one person, it confuses people. I don't care really. Two months ago I tried my first phone game, it is wordscapes, it is addicting and I need to stop, don't start these games! I tried snap chat for a few days, ya no. Although taking a selfie in a fuzzy rosy way, makes me look years younger, I can see the appeal. Outside of cell phone, Facebook and my email, that is enough for these brain cells. Facebook is even starting to get weary. Too much the same. I have to take breaks from it. I have not changed my profile picture in six years, I am in my Cruella DeVille Halloween outfit, I still like it, don't see a need to change. I sound like an old person, but I have always been this way.
Even in my car, a friend recently asked me what is this button for, do you know, I had no idea, been four years and again, I don't have On star, or SiriusXM, and who ever reads the manual. I want a car to get me from point a to b, in comfy style preferable, but living on gravel, why bother, everyone knows where my car is, the one covered in very thick dust. Truly my car is one of a million of the exact same in Iowa, and they will say, I see you were here, I don't recall seeing them, no they saw my car, truth.
60 minutes showed how much waste all the fast changing technology produces. I just recycled an entire laundry basket full of wires, ear phones, plug ins, I have no idea where they came from. I pray all my surge protectors are still good, do they have a life expectancy? I can't imagine having a smart refrigerator, I don't want to talk to it or it to me. It is a big cold box. Well at least it's summer now, I should be safe from hungry rodents.
I would rather sit under a tree and have a nice chat with you, if you follow science, you would know trees speak to each other without technology at all.
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Life on Gravel
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City girl sharing stories of a life full of country glitter and other shit.