Battery Operated Toys

I was going to be profound tonight--or rant more about uniforms, or about Bob Dylan pimping Pepsi--but I'm growling at technology. First off, I was going to set up some potentially cool stuff with my email, but for some reason that I can't imagine, I don't have Outlook. Apparently the version of Vista on this computer is using something called Windows Mail. Well, it looks great, but I can't get Airset to sync with it, and in the process, I messed up something in my configuration (which I did have right).

AND the medical insurance company has been going around and around with Chris about his ACL surgery--throwing up more roadblocks and generating more paperwork than you'd think possible. I'm supposed to be able to set up an online account to track the paperwork chase, but they say I don't exist. In fact, we've had five rounds of emails, with the company saying yes, they know I exist, and telling me how they've put my name in the system. Five times, mind you. My name has been blatantly misspelled three of those times--wonder why I couldn't hit on the right misspelling to enter? Now, it just says I don't exist. I've tried every permutation of my name I can think of...no luck. So another email...

I like technology. I want a smartphone, and I like playing with new toys. I'm good with software, and not intimidated by hardware. BUT I've thought this week that being a Luddite might be a good calling. As I'm deluged with data--much of it meaningless, numbers just to feed the virtual monster--I'm wondering if we'd be a lot better off if technology stopped with indoor plumbing and central heat.

And I could twitter a poll which I would then paste on facebook to share my results with my 106 bestest friends,....but....yeah.....