Confessions of a Latter-Day Computerholic
by Jerry Ratch
I spent a few minutes logged off the other day, because it was national get-the-hell-off-the-grid day. So we went over to some friends house for dinner and had, you know, a “regular” conversation, about screwed-up kids, suicide notes, art, poetry. It was SO strange! And, well, now we’re all back together again on the net. Boy, it is weird out there, talking to real people!
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getting off the grid for the day
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Fighting this battle every day and often losing.
I had to have my son instant message my daughter by computer to get her to come out of her room this evening.
No joke. It really happened.
How sad is that?
Back when life was All Real! All the Time!
But don't forget the Surreal! I'm sorry, I was out for awhile tring to get "real" people to speak, but they were all too busy texting, etc.
(real people suck!)
Just went outside. There's this round fiery thing in the sky. Scary stuff.
Oh...it's the sun? Flamin' 'eck, how long has that been there?
Good one Jerry and all too true. I actually felt like I was on drugs when I went to the store yesterday after spending 8 hours staring at the screen formatting and editing a chapbook. I'm serious. *
Michael, the store called. You left your stash at the checkout.
I'm serious. *
Where is that store, exactly?
Sorry, Jerry, I went by and picked it up. I'll hold it for him. Anything for a friend!