So like most people in the world I have a Apple iPhone. But this has nothing to do how much I love/hate the phone. It has a lot to do with how much technology controls us and specifically me. And actually this would have happened with my previous phone as well. When I went to Colorado I purchased some gloves at a random gas station, I think Grand Junction. Randomly I had my gloves on and went to check my phone. To my horror I realized my phone would not work without my actual skin touching it. I thought of the horror. Stuck in the Colorado stranded, 2 flat tires, oil pan broken, exhaust falling off, spark plugs exploded. I had to call AAA, but I couldn’t. Not because AT&T has a crappier 3G map then Verizon, but because my gloves would not allow it. Yes I know the solution is to take off the gloves but a Californian in Colorado is a cold cold man.
So the other night it snowed in and around Sacramento. I was up in Folsom for Larry’s Candlight Memorial and at a friend’s house. We realized it was snowing and I knew it was time for me to go. Snow + lowered vehicle = disaster. It was tough enough driving with standing water and rain, but combine that with snow, frost and ice. That is a recipe for a bad meal. So I slowly made my way home and realized the weather for the next few days were going to be quite cold. So I saw my gear from Colorado and smiled. Nice toasty wool socks, extra beanies and scarves as well as my gloves with a small hole in them. As I put them on and sat in front of my laptop and smiled to myself knowing I would be warm. I was put into shock again. My arrow on my computer screen would not respond to me. Not left, right, up, I couldn’t highlight. The horror of it all, how did this happen. Then I realized once again the gloves were on and the touchpad could not register my fingers. Sigh.
So I realized that if something happened to me or specifically my fingerprints were burned off I would essentially be screwed. Phone would not work, laptop would not work. My life would spiral down a scary path of no communication and sadness. A dark cloud would follow me around saying “this guy can’t use technology”. Nelson of the Simpson’s would haunt my dreams saying “ha-ha” over and over again taunting me and my nubs for fingers. The horror of it all is scary. I probably couldn’t deal out cards as well. So if anytime you really wanted to get back at someone when they are sleeping put some of those fake finger overlay things on their fingers and see them freak out. I know I sure would. So less playing with fire for me.
