Techmology.
Kids these days.
I got a text message from someone asking if I was going to make it to Sex Dwarf last night.
This was my response:
I got a text message from someone asking if I was going to make it to Sex Dwarf last night.
This was my response:
Noon gongo tomo maled it drink new weed xx
Clearly I am a terrible texter. I couldn't figure out how to turn off the predictive text function and this is what I got. Obviously, the predictive text function can't predict the proclitivies of a creative free thinker such as myself (BLUE HAMMER!). And god only knows how one punctuates on these blasted things.
I think only people under 30 are capable of text messaging. Once you hit the third decade, your neurons can no longer fire in such a fashion that allows one to do anything beyond mere dialing. Someone should do a study on this.
Old fogey I am.
I think only people under 30 are capable of text messaging. Once you hit the third decade, your neurons can no longer fire in such a fashion that allows one to do anything beyond mere dialing. Someone should do a study on this.
Old fogey I am.
posted by Oy Vey at 6:28 PM
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