Monday, December 22, 2008

I'm, like, eleventy trillion years old

This weekend my father started texting me. And there I was impotently clutching my cellphone, wondering "well now what the hell do I do?"

Yes, I'm a text-a-phobe. Email, fine. Phone, fine. But texting? Creeps me right the fuck out.

But not my boomer father, apparently.

My hips hurt.

3 comments:

Chet Scoville said...

You kids get off my lawn.

Anonymous said...

Hey I had to join facebook because my mother wouldn't stop bugging me about how I should be putting pictures of my son up for her to see like my younger brother was doing. Then I find out that all of my aunts and uncles have facebook accounts. Lunacy!

And, yeah, text messaging sucks. I tell people - "In my day, we used a full keyboard to send messages - we called it 'e-mail' and if it was good enough for Harry S. Truman, it's good enough for me." or something to that effect, anyway.

grumble, grumble... lousy kids...

--NonyNony

Idealistic Pragmatist said...

I'm actually fine with texting, but was also freaked out when my father started doing it. Especially since he seems to have somehow picked up some l33tspeak, which was just...no.