I am a lover of all things technological. Computers and phones and gadgets are such wonderful tools that when used properly and not abused, can enrich lives and bring people closer together.
I have a very deep and abiding love for certain gadgets - my cell phone is one of them. I rarely use it, but just know it's there if I want to use it -- it gives me such a sense of security. Weird, isn't it?
In fact, I've had one for so long now that I don't even remember what life was like before I one with me 24/7. I mean, how did I ever manage those late night trips to the Mart that Mister Sam built? For that matter, how did I manage to feel confident about doing anything any distance from my home in my old beat up '96 minivan?
Yes, I'm totally waxing nostalgic tonight. I'm feeling a tad bit blue because I can't find my cell phone. Anywhere. It's el-gone-o. No where to be found-o. So in honor of my lost cell phone, I shall now write a poem:
O Cell Phone, Cell Phone! wherefore art thou Cell Phone?
Deny thy hiding place and reveal thyself to thee,
Or, if thou wilt not, be but found my love,
I shall no longer be phoning my friends.
And I might have to drink some poison to get over it.
Okay, that last line was a joke.