Do I Tweet? I am probably only one of many on the OPP who consider themselves 'technology-challenged', so I will share this letter written to a local publication: I thought about the...

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

I am probably only one of many on the OPP who consider themselves 'technology-challenged', so I will share this letter written to a local publication:

I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my 7 kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great-grandkids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue Tooth (it's red) phone I am supposed to see when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating".

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves, but this sudden "paper or plastic?" everytime I check out just knocks me for a loop.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "paper or plastic?", I just say, "Doesn't matter to me...I am bisacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, "No, but I do toot a lot."

AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State

slatten49 wrote:

I am probably only one of many on the OPP who consider themselves 'technology-challenged', so I will share this letter written to a local publication:

I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my 7 kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great-grandkids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue Tooth (it's red) phone I am supposed to see when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating".

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves, but this sudden "paper or plastic?" everytime I check out just knocks me for a loop.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "paper or plastic?", I just say, "Doesn't matter to me...I am bisacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, "No, but I do toot a lot."

I am probably only one of many on the OPP who cons... (show quote)

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engaged Loc: New York City and Broward County Florida

slatten49 Wrote:
I am probably only one of many on the OPP who consider themselves 'technology-challenged', so I will share this letter written to a local publication:

I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my 7 kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great-grandkids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue Tooth (it's red) phone I am supposed to see when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating".

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves, but this sudden "paper or plastic?" everytime I check out just knocks me for a loop.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "paper or plastic?", I just say, "Doesn't matter to me...I am bisacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, "No, but I do toot a lot."[/quote]

You are hysterical! A modern day Will Rogers or a male Erma Bombeck, whom you appropriately quote in you bio. I've been feeling particularly decripit lately; this Florida humidity just loves to turture my arthritic bones and the fibromyalgia fkare is not helping. It was a pleasure to laugh at the funny way you talk about the outrageous slings of aging. I really need your positive spirit.

I am very proud to have met you. I lost the message with your name on it ( yes I am tech challenged too), but I'll be checking in from time to time.

P.S. I'm sure your message is in here somewhere. I learn something new every few minutes on this site. Your PM taught me about PMs. The mini-tutorials they provide when you open a new feature are helpful too.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

engaged wrote:

slatten49 Wrote:
I am probably only one of many on the OPP who consider themselves 'technology-challenged', so I will share this letter written to a local publication:

I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my 7 kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great-grandkids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue Tooth (it's red) phone I am supposed to see when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating".

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves, but this sudden "paper or plastic?" everytime I check out just knocks me for a loop.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "paper or plastic?", I just say, "Doesn't matter to me...I am bisacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, "No, but I do toot a lot."

slatten49 Wrote: br I am probably only one of many... (show quote)

You are hysterical! A modern day Will Rogers or a male Erma Bombeck, whom you appropriately quote in you bio. I've been feeling particularly decripit lately; this Florida humidity just loves to turture my arthritic bones and the fibromyalgia fkare is not helping. It was a pleasure to laugh at the funny way you talk about the outrageous slings of aging. I really need your positive spirit.

I am very proud to have met you. I lost the message with your name on it ( yes I am tech challenged too), but I'll be checking in from time to time.

P.S. I'm sure your message is in here somewhere. I learn something new every few minutes on this site. Your PM taught me about PMs. The mini-tutorials they provide when you open a new feature are helpful too.[/quote]

Thank you, Engaged. I appreciate your somewhat undue praise, for I did not write this letter. I took it from a local publication, and thought it worthy of the OPP. My intro, in hindsight, does not make that clear enough.

I do quote both Will Rogers and Mark Twain quite frequently, as they are two of my favorite 'quotables'. Your reply made me realize I should use Mrs. Bombeck and perhaps Art Buchwald (female Bombeck?) as well.

Most on the forum can identify with your physical ailments. You have my/our sympathy and compassion. It is my pleasure to have made your acquaintance. I hope you find my entire PM...it was lengthy. Again, many are glad you decided to stay for a while...at least! :thumbup: :mrgreen:

She Wolf Loc: Currently Georgia

My Grand kids accuse me of being very old fashion. I realize technology has many advantages. I like to hold a book when I read it. I like to send and receive thank you notes and letters. I enjoy speaking with not emailing friends and family.

I fear we will eventually loose the ability to relate on personal level to our fellow man. Technology to me is cold and impersonal. I can't give hugs to the grand kids in an email.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

She Wolf wrote:

My Grand kids accuse me of being very old fashion. I realize technology has many advantages. I like to hold a book when I read it. I like to send and receive thank you notes and letters. I enjoy speaking with not emailing friends and family.

I fear we will eventually loose the ability to relate on personal level to our fellow man. Technology to me is cold and impersonal. I can't give hugs to the grand kids in an email.

I am with you on every point you bring up! :thumbup:

Hearing a loved one's voice over the phone is especially important to this old guy. :wink:

AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State

She Wolf wrote:

My Grand kids accuse me of being very old fashion. I realize technology has many advantages. I like to hold a book when I read it. I like to send and receive thank you notes and letters. I enjoy speaking with not emailing friends and family.

I fear we will eventually loose the ability to relate on personal level to our fellow man. Technology to me is cold and impersonal. I can't give hugs to the grand kids in an email.

I have an acquaintance with whom I exchange hand written notes about every three months. I still write thank you notes, even for Christmas gifts. I may have verbally said thank you; however, feel the effort of finding gifts should be otherwise acknowledged.

I still always take a hostess gift. It just seems right.

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

AuntiE wrote:

I have an acquaintance with whom I exchange hand written notes about every three months. I still write thank you notes, even for Christmas gifts. I may have verbally said thank you; however, feel the effort of finding gifts should be otherwise acknowledged.

I still always take a hostess gift. It just seems right.

When I host my next BBQ, and invite you...I will expect a new Mustang for the Sgt. Major. It would seem right. :lol:

Or, not. :shock: :?

AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State

slatten49 wrote:

When I host my next BBQ, and invite you...I will expect a new Mustang for the Sgt. Major. It would seem right. :lol:

Or, not. :shock: :?

Old definition for auto company.

Ford
On
Roadside
Dead

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

AuntiE wrote:

Old definition for auto company.

Ford
On
Roadside
Dead

That is okay. Being new, it would be under warranty. :wink:

AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State

slatten49 wrote:

That is okay. Being new, it would be under warranty. :wink:

Or the other one....

Fixed
Or
Repaired
Daily

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

AuntiE wrote:

Or the other one....

Fixed
Or
Repaired
Daily

I had no idea you were such a car aficionado! :lol:

AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State

slatten49 wrote:

I had no idea you were such a car aficionado! :lol:

I can do computers as well.

Inferior
But
Marketable

slatten49 Loc: Lake Whitney, Texas

AuntiE wrote:

I can do computers as well.

Inferior
But
Marketable

I do not care to know your assessment of men. :shock:

AuntiE Loc: 45th Least Free State

slatten49 wrote:

I do not care to know your assessment of men. :shock:

A lack of reading comprehension . Unless you have become a computer, it was about IBM, though the same could be applicable to some men.
:D