Friday, December 30, 2005

Technology and Gadgets

So despite having worked in the technology industry and having an understanding of packets and IP transmissions, I am technologically challenged. Living with uber geek has helped me feel inferior in my ability to work something as simply as a DVD player. You see, my DVD player has four remotes in order to play a "wide screen, surround sound audio" Mighty Machines "At the Garbage Dump" DVD.

But technology is what excites my significant other so, like in any good relationship, I fake it.

This year for Chrismas, I received an MP3 player. I did not know that I WANTED an MP3 player but, now that I have one, I love it. The challenge here is that my spouse is a controller of technology, even when it does not belong to him. He very nicely loaded all my music on to my MP3 player for me: GreenDay, Evanescence, U2 and Sarah McGlochlin (sic). The trouble is that I listen to dance music (cue the groans). There are a few songs I really like by GreenDay, nothing by Sarah McWhatever and who is Evanescence anyway?

I searched frantically through the playlist (I could figure out how to do that and increase - not decrease - the volume). There was no Eminmen.... there was no Usher ... no fiddy cent .... This MP3 player is broken I assured my spouse. It has been sold to you containing garbage not music! As the one in the house that is NOT the controller of technology though, I have no idea how to take off the garbage and re-load music. I hate being dependent on anyone. Especially for something as simple as music choices.

I will master this MP3 player and make it mine! Waa haa haa. Now, how exactly do I turn the music down, honey????

2 Comments:

Blogger Todd said...

I offered to show you how to change the music, but you accused me of trying to turn it into foreplay.
Mind you an mp3 player, a universal remote, your skin alit by the gentle light of the laptop screen... ohhh baby

6:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And your techy spouse suggested that I never let it get ahead of me...I can't even remember what is getting ahead of me.

7:43 AM  

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