Tuesday, February 21, 2006

A Cry For Help

My name is Mitch, and I am an addict.

Now - addicts come in all shapes and sizes. I know you're thinking - oh, great, another guy addicted to: coffee (no, that's Brian Ruff), alcohol, porn, gambling, drugs, japanese anime (I don't know - some people just like those scary-large eyes and high pitched animation thing)....
No - all good suggestions (and perhaps plans for the weekend) - but no - I am addicted to technology.

It all started innocently enough - Sure, a pager (in those apocalyptic pre-cell-phone days). That sounds good. That way, in case of emergency, I can be reached... Well, until basically that became a primary form of communication.
A cell phone - sure, that's better than the pager - Saves a step. I don't have to read and decipher the message and then reply.
Well - those are all gateway technologies. I am a full-blown addict. Two cell phone devices, both "smartphones" with web access, instant messaging, text, etc, including a more advanced device with document drafting and other application availability. Full wired and wireless access in the house, with 3 towers and 2 laptops. The wife selects hotels when travelling by whether they have wireless or highspeed access as a means of enticing me that this is the right place to stay.

Now - When I am in line at the bank, I can surf the web, answer email, play games... and what's worse, I feel cut off from the world when I CAN'T do those things (because of lack of signal strength or something crazy, like leaving the house without my Treo or phone).

Does this sound like a problem?

2 Comments:

Blogger Mr. Gin and Tonic said...

You have been assimilated. I suppose you'll be first in line to have the chip planted in your head.

4:30 PM  
Blogger Mitch said...

I already have the bar code at the base of my neck....

6:48 PM  

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