I’m one of these. If not for my father telling me to “get with the program” in 1987, I never would have gotten an answering machine. My dear totally-my-hero-Dad from beyond the grave even had power to force me to get with the program. After his death in 2003, I was forced to get call waiting, years after it had been introduced to the public. After his death so many people called, and at that same time I was looking for a job, so I couldn’t have my lines tied up. So, from beyond the grave, my Daddy forced me to “get with the program,” and get call waiting. Think I’m bad? Yesterday, I swear, I talked to a lady who still has a rotary phone.
So here we are in 2012, and I’m finally blogging, way after the idea of blogging began. But fuck that twattering, what is it — that twittering bullshit. I find this blogging medium serves just as well for twittering: that time of month. so hungry, want sugar, fuck food!