Technology

Technology giveth and technology taketh away.  Remember, if you can, back to that time when phone numbers were things we actually memorized?  It is one of my deep dark secrets that i carry with me to this very day a address book in my purse which holds those numbers which i (pause for effect) do not have stored in my Blackberry.  (insert audible gasp here) i know.  It's outrageous.  Probably just one more sign of mental illness.  i can almost envision those Care Bears now!

And telephones, oh so long ago, were devices with cords so they didn't need charging.  If one forgot to put the receiver on its base a loud and annoying tone would sound repeatedly followed by an equally loud and annoying recorded message which, in essence, directed the listener to hang up the phone with a thinly veiled chiding for not already having done so.  Before my time, i'm sure Ma Bell had her own twist on things.

And people?  Those beings who we need not see face to face anymore thanks to the internet on which i live.  They had actual NAMES and they knew one another's.  What you called someone was actually what it said on their driver's license or birth certificate.  Imagine that!  i know tons of onliners whose real names are entirely foreign to me.  Some i know by so many different names that i couldn't pick out the real one among them if i tried.  Okay, so it's probably not BunsOfSteel57 but some are a lot closer to believable.

my tirade here does actually have a purpose.  i haven't heard from Master since about 10:25 last night at which time He was in the hospital with two blood clots in His leg and worried about the doctor's mention that they could be fatal if they travelled to His lungs or brain.  So, while i was being all positive and supportive to Master, i was freaking out and snapping at rau.  None of which, of course, involved my actually speaking.  my communication with Master was via text and with rau via instant messages.  

At first thought, the situation seems bleak.  No contact from Master?  A potentially fatal prognosis?  Yikes!  And don't think i'm not worried!  i'd give anything to hear from Him just now.  Only...

He almost certainly has NO idea what my phone number is, His cell phone probably ran out of charge and/or pre-paid minutes, and He has no clue what my full name is.  Information isn't going to look up "nou", even for Him.  

i am slave to Master just as i am to internet access and cell phone use.  i just didn't realize quite how interconnected they all were!

So, Master, i HOPE you are comfortably resting in the hospital with no clue how to get in touch with anyone due to the marvels of technology.  i'm sure that's very frustrating for you but i can't bear to imagine the alternative.

Epiphany for this blog entry:  Despite managing to avoid the phrase "in my day", DAMN i sound old!