About a year ago I posted a little rant about the frustration of having to buy a bunch of stuff I didn’t want, just to get the one thing I did. It seems so many things such as shoe laces, socks and batteries are sold in large quantities in indestructible packages.
Another similar bit of marketing I find frustrating is too much technology.
For example I wanted to upgrade my graphics software and get a newer version of Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop. It turns out these programs are now so powerful and come with so many menus and submenus that no one will ever, EVER be able to totally comprehend all their capabilities. Which explains why they cost a ba-jillion dollars. BUT a consumer is almost forced to purchase Adobe products in a “creative suite.” As a result, along with Photoshop and Illustrator, I have installed on my computer programs for: animation, word processing, web design, do it yourself heart surgery and directions for constructing and launching an international space station.
Which brings me to telephones. You know where I’m going with this don’t you. It just wasn’t that long ago that a phone was tied to wall with a wire, had a little clickety-click wheel to dial the number and was only used for voice communication.
I was almost getting comfortable with my little cell phone with the teeny tiny keys. You know the ones that allowed you to text your friends and tell them you love the little purple panties in your garden and you need a good recipe for fried children.
Well, now I’ve got a “smart phone.” It has a beautiful display, can surf the web, take photos and movies, call anyone, understand voice commands in a twisted sort of way (somehow gummy bears become crummy broads, and deathly hallows turn into deadly halitosis), predict weather, locate the nearest
drug dealer druggist, etc. I’m learning to slide my finger all over that slick little screen—tap, double tap, swipe, flick. I just know I’ll never, never master even a fraction of the powers of this little gadget.
However, I’ve made it all the way to the twelfth level of Angry Birds. (Stupid pigs)