Technology

Since the first part of this is spontaneous, and due to recent events, I'll add another part that I would have written if I had been able to write anything on November 29, 2009.

I’d like to write an ode to hating technology. I’d like to, but I’m not a good writer. Instead I’ll just write that I hate technology. It sucks. I’ve been trying to get on the for a couple days and it hasn’t been working… it obviously works now, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to write this post but nonetheless… I’m not happy. It will be the death of us all (eventually). At this point I’d like to make a shout out to my cousins Eric and Bob. It was Bob’s wedding and he gave his groomsmen really cool watches. The watch needs to be wound, and as Eric pointed out that this means it will still work a couple thousand years from now… when all other technology is busted. That’s good to know, at least when all the world’s technology is destroyed, I can still tell time.

This is what I would have written:

Now that we’ve gotten off the subject of the style of my absolute work of art that you’re reading, or skimming, we come to the substance… get excited. But before I actually get there, I have to point out that I’m not so good with transitions so… I get excited by the dumbest things ever. I was walking home from crew practice today and I had five water bottles full of PowerAde. I was so excited. It made me forget that I don’t really have any friends or people to talk to at Wisconsin. I was so distracted by the fact that I had PowerAde that I forgot I have absolutely no life.