You're a slave to that machine

Despite the prediction of my friend Dana I still don't have a cell phone. No matter where I'm at people are either talking on one or checking for text messages. More than once I was having a conversation with someone who was distracted by the device and started texting. I asked if they were transcribing our conversation. I think it's rude.

Call me

No, not the Blondie song although Debbie Harry can ring my bell any time she wants. I have said for a long time that I won't get a cell phone until someone staples one to my head. What the hell can be so important that you need to have one of these things glued to you ear all the time? I'm already hooked on the internet so I don't need to become the slave of another electronic device.

But if I was to get a cell phone this one is right up my alley.




Still dealing with some things more important than politics so I will go back to my castle to continue lessons on How Not To Be Seen .

Not a bad idea