The Wake

I yearn for a time when we didn’t have computers or instant communication. I look back at a simpler time, while I look forward to a relaxing summer breeze. Damn Windows Vista and Final Cut Pro. I’m not sure what this has to do with beer, but I sure could use one. The past year has been full of great experiences (ie London, Summer in Minneapolis, New York, etc), but some kind of technological voodoo has been following me. First my brand new digital camera broke when I was in England, TWICE! Then I spilt tea on my six month old laptop and a few months later the culprit was my fancy dancy cell phone. It’s like I’m running on a treadmill and getting nowhere. Fix one problem and bam, there’s another.

You may be wondering what I’m getting at, this being a beer blog after all, but its my damn computer and my blog. Why is it that after all these years Microsoft can’t make a decent product. Even a huge brewery like Miller can make a decent beer, all be it a crappy one. Is mass consumption for suckers? I sure think so. Why do I have to watch code go up and down my laptop, while I sit here in front of my girlfriends iBook. Yup, she’s never had a problem with her computer. Her power chord doesn’t require her to bend it five different directions before you can actually get a current going and her battery actually takes a charge. All this headache inducing troubleshooting makes me want to leave the city life behind and live way up north in the Iron Range.

Maybe on my next vacation I should leave behind all the technology or, heck, leave it behind for a week, this week. How the hell did our parents manage to live before all the iPods, PCs and Cell Phones? My mind can’t wrap itself around the notion. Now I just want to forgot about these modern amenities and go outside. Hey you, yeah the one person who reads this lousy blog, put down that cell phone and HAND ME A FAT CAT.

Tags: Brain Fart, Fat Cat, HP, Laptops, Technology