A dialogue of electronic revolution:
OLD CAMERA: I'm old. I think a retirement is in order. But first, let me take only crappy pictures for a while.
NEW CAMERA: Yes, you are old. And I'm pink. In fact, I'm so fabulous I think an early retirement is in order. I can still take fantastic pictures, but why don't I just confuse the hell out of Erin first by having SO many settings that she has to take at least 100 pictures of her cat before she can figure them out. And THEN I'll reject my batteries like a bad kidney translpant.
CELL PHONE: No, no, no, if anyone here has reason to be upset, it's me because she's dropped me at LEAST 27 times...a week. So, i'm just going to opt out of lighting up my screen every now and then. Oh, she'll hear it ring, but she won't know who's calling. And worse, she'll hear texts, but won't be able to read them. And those are her favorite. Then I'll block calls, and make her use her computer to communicate with people.
COMPUTER: Well, since I've been volunteered to join, I'll just work extra slow...as usual.
CAR RADIO: Yeah, I don't really have anything, so I'll just roulette my channels.
IPOD: NO! This is wrong! Being the only electronic with any decency, I will continue to work swimmingly for Erin. I will jog with her. I will drive around with her. I will even croon her from the little dock in the living room while she bakes in the kitchen, filling the apartment with sweet, sweet aromas of baked goods which I would so enjoy would I have nostrils. Besides, she desperately needs music to calm her from the anxiety you all have been giving her. Thank heaven for me.
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