Whereas once I prided myself on sorta knowing my way around technology, today I have to admit, I’m a Luddite.
I can’t get into my twitter account. Somehow it is existing out there all on its own, but I don’t have access to it. I lost my “verification code” in the iOS7 update, and now I’m in twitter no-man’s land. It took me awhile, but now at least I have a real person at twitter’s email address, and he keeps giving me directions to do things, but while I understand each and every word he uses, I don’t understand them when they’re strung together in a sentence. I am officially old.
Runmeter likes to tell the world, especially through my self-propelling twitter account, that I have run “1 sec.” F*** no! I want to shout out! Not 1 sec! 7 freakin’ miles dammit. Really though. Who’s counting? Me thinks the lady doth protest too much.
Lest you all think I’m some sort of major control freak, I’m not. I’m good with letting stuff just flow. Like weather. I will complain when it’s hot, and shiver when it’s cold, but I know I can’t do one damn thing about it, except for lie low. Especially when storm clouds like these were on my horizon this afternoon:
Tonight I’m hanging up the towel on my twitter and runmeter. Tomorrow I’m going out to hire myself a monk and a pigeon. But first tonight, I’m going to focus on Mekko.
Like a true Luddite.