jpegs, mpegs, and who-gives-a-fuck-pegs.

At my brother’s wedding in Texas, I was the only one without a digital camera. I felt like I was at a farmer’s market, watching everybody showing their produce. Shoot, pose, show…pose, shoot, show…show, shoot, pose. A monotonous Factory of Fun. The “Present” was slipping away, while everyone was peering into the “Past”. “Like sands through an hour glass, these are the Days of Our Lives”

Our lives have been digitally compartmentalized into emails, txt msgs, jpegs, mpegs, and who-gives-a-fuck-pegs.

I used to feel smart because I was the only one who could email an attachment. I was the chosen one. The Prodigy Son, who could decipher Microsoft’s hieroglyphics. When I enlightened them with the “Paper Clip Icon”, I immediately became a computer guru.
Now any jackass with hands and a heartbeat can operate a computer. However, their ignorance usually surfaces when they try to verbalize their tech knowledge.