Friday Funnies OUT of Control: disruptive technology #pauto #humor

A Friday Funny from Control's resident humorist Joe Kaulfersch of Pepperl+Fuchs.

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 38 years of engineering projects I ran, and sales territories I handled, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my nieces and nephews, their spouses, and whole family could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

That was before my seventeen year old son hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bathroom habits of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Bluetooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship.

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, "No, but I do toot a lot." 

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  • <p> It wasn't too long ago (about 20-25 years) that similar comments were made about a new-fangled 'doohicky of a contraption'.  It was called a 'personal computer', and had flamboozled many technical folks in an almost deer-in-the-headlights look. </p> <p> Back then, you could use it to play something called 'video games', connect to your friends on a dial-up electronic bulletin board system (BBS), and send text messages to your colleagues and co-workers via Compuserve or Prodigy over something called 'FIDONET'. </p> <p> Yes, it wasn't that long ago, when times were much different then... </p> <p> -rad </p>

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