Last One on the Trolley

So I seem to have jumped in with both feet: a website and a blog in the same day. I'm pretty sure I'm not the last person to do this, but I must be close.

There's probably an old woman out in a bayou somewhere without a site or blog because she doesn't believe in 'that devil box'. After all, her days are filled, what with rocking on her porch with a shotgun across her knees, gumming her corncob pipe and cackling at the revenuers. (Sorry, mom. Love you!)

Actually, even my mom get her terbacky online now, and with the new laser sight on that shotgun, her aim's better than ever. *I'm* the grumpy old technophobe whose first cellphone was a hand-me-down from a nine year old girl (who upgraded, btw), who stubbornly insists on drawing comics on 'paper', who wrote his first novel on a seventy year old manual typewriter and may yet do the same with his next.

I guess for me it's a heritage of 8-track tapes, CB radio, Beta videotape and laser discs (big things that cost like $100 and were promptly replaced by DVDs), to name a few. So much overpriced crap falls by the wayside every few years that a new technocligy has to really, really show me that it's worthwhile before I'll allow it in.

Ah well, better late than never, I suppose...