May 22, 2011 02:05
I love how P Diddy's head eats little P Diddy heads in the drunk scene from that movie.
I saw a Blackberry commercial advertising tablets tonight. The last line was "why can't every tablet do that?" My question is, "have tablets become so commonplace that the everyday American consumer is miffed that their tablets aren't as cool as Blackberry's tablets?" I believe the answer is a big fat NO. My reasoning is that we all have cell phones, desktops, laptops, iPods (Shuffles, Nanos, Videos, Touches, ones with cameras, videocameras, wifi, magical powers), smart phones... I'll leave GPS out of this because I am a terrible navigator and it makes me feel safe to never be lost (though someone should have taught me to be a more confident map reader).
The Avett Brothers (a supremely talented duo, whose two or three bandmates are of the same caliber) is one of my favorite bands because they make real music. I could have a musical snob named PawPaw give them a listen and he'd say, "Them boys can play!" So I went to their show last night (an experience I've been looking forward to for two years), and the audience was dotted with small sqaures of artificial light. It'd be cool if the audience members were using their phones like lighters (thanks, Truth campaign. Assholes. Fine, you're right.) in support of the band, but the light was facing the wrong direction, away from the stage! During this amazing performance of real talent and real music, the fucking youth of the Houston area was facebooking or whatever their over-indulged bratty little hearts pleased. I wanted to be pissed at the disrespect, but they see nothing wrong with that. And I'm younger than the majority of the audience.
So obviously we have a problem here. Overindulgence. Misuse. I don't blame technology. I love my Droid. On the main screen I have (in this order) calendar, Bank of America app, Gmail, calculator, Pandora, browser, Google search, Dictionary.com app, alarm, photo gallery, and camera. Do you have any idea how often I use Dictionary.com? A lot. I Google what I want to learn about. That's my instant gratification. I am 20 years old, and I'm looking down on my own generation.
laptop's dying. edit later.