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Question: How do you tell a male from a female turtle?
Answer: The male’s the one with the remote.
A few years back someone slapped a remote in my hand. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The girl I was using to fetch beer and change channels was taking up too much of my time. I was ready for a switch, and although the remote wouldn’t fetch beer it did flip from the Man U game to the Madonna video as I stood at my refrigerator swilling Bud. But something inside me whispered, “This isn’t right, this isn’t healthy.”
So I moved my chair closer to the refrigerator.
Nevertheless, I knew that the TV remote was a good thing. So too were faster computers, VHS players, tape decks, and then CD-ROMs. In fact technology brought so much good that I became Pavlov’s dog. Whenever someone would ring the technology bell, I’d salivate. And Bill Gates grinned.
He wasn’t alone. An entire generation of technosapiens (Def Leppard’s word, not mine) has blossomed, cell phones on ears, MP3 players on hips. It’s a good thing. Yeah, cell phone impaired drivers do kill the occasional pedestrian, but it’s a small sacrifice. Look at what we have. There are FAX machines to speed hard copy transactions, email to instantaneously communicate, and videoconferencing that enable businesses to do more each day than they used to do in a week. At least until a stressed worker pulls an M-16 on their co-workers. That slows stuff down a bit.
We’re at the beginning of a digital decade, claims Mr. Gates. By 2010 we’ll be able to carry all our files with us wherever we go, have music in our pocket, instant access to email –which, by the way, will give your bosses instant access to you, and operate our computers remotely. I mean like from across the room (as if you can’t walk ten feet to the screen?). It reminds me of a game I once played. A game called Mission Critical.
It’s a great game. A game that foresaw an Earth fractured into two camps: Those who sought technology at any price, and those who asked the simple question, "When is enough, enough?" As I write this scientists are attempting to build the first human. A technology that we have had, with a much more enjoyable methodology, since the beginning of time. Yet, since the cloning technology exits, the dogs will use it.
The challenge of our children’s life will not be assimilating new technology, but rather questioning it. Pavlov’s dog was, after all, a dog. We are not. Well, at least no one’s ever called me that to my face. Yet, I smell a bit of the lab on our skin. See the new gadget, want the new gadget? Drool for the new gadget? Isn’t it just plastic?
0utlaw.
Answer: The male’s the one with the remote.
A few years back someone slapped a remote in my hand. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The girl I was using to fetch beer and change channels was taking up too much of my time. I was ready for a switch, and although the remote wouldn’t fetch beer it did flip from the Man U game to the Madonna video as I stood at my refrigerator swilling Bud. But something inside me whispered, “This isn’t right, this isn’t healthy.”
So I moved my chair closer to the refrigerator.
Nevertheless, I knew that the TV remote was a good thing. So too were faster computers, VHS players, tape decks, and then CD-ROMs. In fact technology brought so much good that I became Pavlov’s dog. Whenever someone would ring the technology bell, I’d salivate. And Bill Gates grinned.
He wasn’t alone. An entire generation of technosapiens (Def Leppard’s word, not mine) has blossomed, cell phones on ears, MP3 players on hips. It’s a good thing. Yeah, cell phone impaired drivers do kill the occasional pedestrian, but it’s a small sacrifice. Look at what we have. There are FAX machines to speed hard copy transactions, email to instantaneously communicate, and videoconferencing that enable businesses to do more each day than they used to do in a week. At least until a stressed worker pulls an M-16 on their co-workers. That slows stuff down a bit.
We’re at the beginning of a digital decade, claims Mr. Gates. By 2010 we’ll be able to carry all our files with us wherever we go, have music in our pocket, instant access to email –which, by the way, will give your bosses instant access to you, and operate our computers remotely. I mean like from across the room (as if you can’t walk ten feet to the screen?). It reminds me of a game I once played. A game called Mission Critical.
It’s a great game. A game that foresaw an Earth fractured into two camps: Those who sought technology at any price, and those who asked the simple question, "When is enough, enough?" As I write this scientists are attempting to build the first human. A technology that we have had, with a much more enjoyable methodology, since the beginning of time. Yet, since the cloning technology exits, the dogs will use it.
The challenge of our children’s life will not be assimilating new technology, but rather questioning it. Pavlov’s dog was, after all, a dog. We are not. Well, at least no one’s ever called me that to my face. Yet, I smell a bit of the lab on our skin. See the new gadget, want the new gadget? Drool for the new gadget? Isn’t it just plastic?
0utlaw.
"Mark H. Walker is a veteran interactive entertainment journalist who has written over 40 books including his recently released Myth III and Wizardry 8 strategy guides."
He also wrote this excellent article!
He also wrote this excellent article!
Erm, well the PC is in the other room, which is kinda close to my chair... so yeah!
I really want one of those LayZBoy (or whatever they're called chairs), but I'm only 14 so I think I've gotta save for a bit longer :-)
I really want one of those LayZBoy (or whatever they're called chairs), but I'm only 14 so I think I've gotta save for a bit longer :-)
Grix Thraves wrote:
> Yup, you've got a fantastic style. :0D
Was a PC linked up to this site near the chair too? Why not?
> Yup, you've got a fantastic style. :0D
Was a PC linked up to this site near the chair too? Why not?
0utlaw wrote:
> Well I was advised by erm, sorry I've forgotten who it was! Well,
> 'someone' in FoG Chat told me I would get more recognition for it here
> - and it did!
>
> Thanks mate :-)
Should I be pleased you're thankful, or dissapointed you forgot it was me? ;)
Anyway, nice to see you're here.
> Well I was advised by erm, sorry I've forgotten who it was! Well,
> 'someone' in FoG Chat told me I would get more recognition for it here
> - and it did!
>
> Thanks mate :-)
Should I be pleased you're thankful, or dissapointed you forgot it was me? ;)
Anyway, nice to see you're here.
Yup, you've got a fantastic style. :0D
Well I was advised by erm, sorry I've forgotten who it was! Well, 'someone' in FoG Chat told me I would get more recognition for it here - and it did!
Thanks mate :-)
Thanks mate :-)
"Remember: Technology makes life worth living"
Not strictly true, but the folks at House of Tomorrow have an interesting idea. I'm happy to buy all the latest gizmos and gadgets with bl00 lights. Sure, I don't need them, but it makes my life more fun, I can show them off and a lot of them are exceedingly funky. Whatever makes you happy and all that?
Not strictly true, but the folks at House of Tomorrow have an interesting idea. I'm happy to buy all the latest gizmos and gadgets with bl00 lights. Sure, I don't need them, but it makes my life more fun, I can show them off and a lot of them are exceedingly funky. Whatever makes you happy and all that?
Question: How do you tell a male from a female turtle?
Answer: The male’s the one with the remote.
A few years back someone slapped a remote in my hand. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The girl I was using to fetch beer and change channels was taking up too much of my time. I was ready for a switch, and although the remote wouldn’t fetch beer it did flip from the Man U game to the Madonna video as I stood at my refrigerator swilling Bud. But something inside me whispered, “This isn’t right, this isn’t healthy.”
So I moved my chair closer to the refrigerator.
Nevertheless, I knew that the TV remote was a good thing. So too were faster computers, VHS players, tape decks, and then CD-ROMs. In fact technology brought so much good that I became Pavlov’s dog. Whenever someone would ring the technology bell, I’d salivate. And Bill Gates grinned.
He wasn’t alone. An entire generation of technosapiens (Def Leppard’s word, not mine) has blossomed, cell phones on ears, MP3 players on hips. It’s a good thing. Yeah, cell phone impaired drivers do kill the occasional pedestrian, but it’s a small sacrifice. Look at what we have. There are FAX machines to speed hard copy transactions, email to instantaneously communicate, and videoconferencing that enable businesses to do more each day than they used to do in a week. At least until a stressed worker pulls an M-16 on their co-workers. That slows stuff down a bit.
We’re at the beginning of a digital decade, claims Mr. Gates. By 2010 we’ll be able to carry all our files with us wherever we go, have music in our pocket, instant access to email –which, by the way, will give your bosses instant access to you, and operate our computers remotely. I mean like from across the room (as if you can’t walk ten feet to the screen?). It reminds me of a game I once played. A game called Mission Critical.
It’s a great game. A game that foresaw an Earth fractured into two camps: Those who sought technology at any price, and those who asked the simple question, "When is enough, enough?" As I write this scientists are attempting to build the first human. A technology that we have had, with a much more enjoyable methodology, since the beginning of time. Yet, since the cloning technology exits, the dogs will use it.
The challenge of our children’s life will not be assimilating new technology, but rather questioning it. Pavlov’s dog was, after all, a dog. We are not. Well, at least no one’s ever called me that to my face. Yet, I smell a bit of the lab on our skin. See the new gadget, want the new gadget? Drool for the new gadget? Isn’t it just plastic?
0utlaw.
Answer: The male’s the one with the remote.
A few years back someone slapped a remote in my hand. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The girl I was using to fetch beer and change channels was taking up too much of my time. I was ready for a switch, and although the remote wouldn’t fetch beer it did flip from the Man U game to the Madonna video as I stood at my refrigerator swilling Bud. But something inside me whispered, “This isn’t right, this isn’t healthy.”
So I moved my chair closer to the refrigerator.
Nevertheless, I knew that the TV remote was a good thing. So too were faster computers, VHS players, tape decks, and then CD-ROMs. In fact technology brought so much good that I became Pavlov’s dog. Whenever someone would ring the technology bell, I’d salivate. And Bill Gates grinned.
He wasn’t alone. An entire generation of technosapiens (Def Leppard’s word, not mine) has blossomed, cell phones on ears, MP3 players on hips. It’s a good thing. Yeah, cell phone impaired drivers do kill the occasional pedestrian, but it’s a small sacrifice. Look at what we have. There are FAX machines to speed hard copy transactions, email to instantaneously communicate, and videoconferencing that enable businesses to do more each day than they used to do in a week. At least until a stressed worker pulls an M-16 on their co-workers. That slows stuff down a bit.
We’re at the beginning of a digital decade, claims Mr. Gates. By 2010 we’ll be able to carry all our files with us wherever we go, have music in our pocket, instant access to email –which, by the way, will give your bosses instant access to you, and operate our computers remotely. I mean like from across the room (as if you can’t walk ten feet to the screen?). It reminds me of a game I once played. A game called Mission Critical.
It’s a great game. A game that foresaw an Earth fractured into two camps: Those who sought technology at any price, and those who asked the simple question, "When is enough, enough?" As I write this scientists are attempting to build the first human. A technology that we have had, with a much more enjoyable methodology, since the beginning of time. Yet, since the cloning technology exits, the dogs will use it.
The challenge of our children’s life will not be assimilating new technology, but rather questioning it. Pavlov’s dog was, after all, a dog. We are not. Well, at least no one’s ever called me that to my face. Yet, I smell a bit of the lab on our skin. See the new gadget, want the new gadget? Drool for the new gadget? Isn’t it just plastic?
0utlaw.