While I love the life that modern technology provides, neither my husband or myself are especially gadget savvy. Our lack of expertise on all things electronic makes it so we are constantly frustrated by how the technology we do have isn't working the way we want it to. Not to the point where I want to throw it in the trash, but close. On Sunday a man speaking in church mentioned wanting to throw his computer in the trash. This totally flabbergasted Princess Sparkley who leaned over to me with wide eyes and said, "Did he just say he wanted to throw his computer in the trash?"
Jed is pretty certain that technology hates us. If it is electronic and we've owned it, it's partially or fully not functioning properly. Take our TV for instance, to begin with it's some weird brand that made it almost impossible to find the right connections to hook it up to a DVD player and a VCR (yes, surprisingly our VCR has survived all these years). Now the TV has these colored blotches on parts of the screen. But we're too cheap, and don't care enough to replace it. It works, it just isn't giving 100%.
We aren't on our first DVD player, we're on our second... soon to be third because Baby X has chewed on the DVD remote control enough that we can't push the up, down and side to side buttons, which, are surprisingly necessary when navigating through DVD menus these days. Jed has a friend who is going to sell us one of hers for $5 or else we'd probably keep suffering through with the broken remote. We are also on our second portable DVD player. I'm not even sure how to count up our computers. This is my third. Jed's second. But somewhere in there we tried to build one from the old ones, and it didn't completely work out perfectly. Just like technology to treat us that way.
Today my cell phone tried to kill itself. It vibrated itself off of the perch I'd set it on and has a big crack in the screen. And it's not like I even have one of those slide phones. I don't even have a flip phone. I have its predecessor. Maybe it was just so ashamed of its outdatedness it tried to take its own life. Ha. Little does it know that I'll keep using it until it has stopped working altogether. Much like Jed's friend, the one giving us the $5 dvd player, whose phone's speaker doesn't work so she can only receive text messages, which we aren't savvy enough to know how to send, and so when he called her to pick up the bookshelf we got from her last week, she just had to yell directions to her house at the phone because she knew why he was calling, but wouldn't be able to hear him speak.