TECHNOPHOBIA:A 21ST century disorder

Look familiar? These are the ravages of a 21st century disorder!

Hi, I’m Lin. I am a Baby Boomer.

I am not afraid of Technology.

In fact, I was the first on my block (back in the 80s) to have a MAC desktop courtesy of my employer.

And despite my title as a teacher of English, I ran the computer lab and became the unofficial fixer of all problems MAC and otherwise.

Through the years, I graduated from MAC and became a PC user (Higher education folks looked down on us MAC users).

I even became a proud member of Blackboard club and successfully taught freshman English to someone. ( Never sure who the students were since they could easily sit in their basement, blowing smoke and pretending to be on my roster).

Recently, I even enrolled in an online course and literally taught myself.

Glad I didn’t have to pay for that travesty, but it is one of the perks of living to be a ‘senior’. I digress.

Beyond the computer, I have owned a number of smart phones- iphone, Galaxy, Tablets, wireless chargers, blue tooth keyboard,and my most recent toy- headphones that look like slave Necklaces.

HUH..no kidding.

My point Reader, is that I am not a novice when it comes to technology.

And as further evidence, you’re reading a Blog which I singlehandedly setup on this site with only 2 hits to the ‘help’ button and one email to the Happiness Engineer.

My technology concerns however, are not my own but rather global ones.

Because, you see, I fear that we have gotten ourselves in somewhat of a pickle with this whole computer driven society.

For example, Everyday we hear about some Fortune 500 company being hacked resulting in thousands maybe millions who are potential id theft victims.

The government’s response to their own hacking travesty was to provide all hackees with free identity theft services for a few years.

Unfortunately, I was among the latter group.

After spending several hours online providing the id theft fixit people with More of my personal info, it occurred to me what happens if they get hacked…what then?

And in fact, after I was awarded with a user name and a strong verified password by said id theft fixit company, I attempted to log onto my account only to find that my user name and/or password were NOTcorrect.

Duh, Denied access to my own protection site..hmm..is that like the pot calling the kettle black?

After several torturous hours of waiting on the phone for a customer service rep from the id fixit company, I was told someone would have to call me back as they were overwhelmed with other government employees seeking the cure.

Two whole days later, Jenny did call me back. But alas, I was cruising down the Road and couldn’t talk to her.

She hurriedly stated that it would be some time before I would get another crack at a rep so I pulled over to a parking lot and engaged in what turned out to be a fruitless foray into…

Notgettingwhatyouaskedfor.

And despite her assurances, that everything was now fixed, when I returned home and attempted to log onto my id protection site, I was STILL denied access.

And now I sit anxiety ridden waiting for the id theft fixit company emails that pop up in my inbox almost monthly.

Often, it’s just to inform me that another sex offender has moved in my neighborhood. Or company x, y, or z is perusing my Experian report trying to decide if I am worthy of yet another unencrypted credit card.

Despite all of this, Reader, like many of you, I unfortunately drank the kool aid years ago, and continue to participate in using plastic for money, paying Peter and Paul online, shopping at the 24 hour Amazonia, and downloading movies/music when the spirit moves me.

I just pray the Hackers will be gentle.

And P.S. if Russia or China or Nigeria is following my blog

I already gave.

Posted on
December 27, 2015

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Is Fido the “New Black” Or What’s Up With Man’s Best Friend?

Okay, okay, let me make myself perfectly clear- I DO like dogs.

Not the ferocious I wanttoeatyouforbreakfast kind of dogs, but rather the panting, wide eyed, cannot wait for you to get home and slob your face..What can I Do For You Master?...kind.

In fact, I have been the proud owner of several pooches in my 60 plus years, as well as the adopted owner of two such canines- Lucky and Lil man.

Some of you may remember my Award winning…seriously folks….Blog about daughter Js beloved Lucky who came to visit and never left).

It was the Most Read of all my blogs in 2013! And was selected for publication in an online magazine.

Certainly, a testament to America’s love affair with fido (and just possibly my writing skills).

This girl never gets tired of tooting her own horn, does she?

So, why I am proposing that Rover is now the New Black?

It all started when I was on an impromptu trip to MYrtle Beach during the frozen tundra winter of 2015.

Searching for some sunshine and warmth, I boarded a Greyhound to MB in mid- January for what I hoped was a respite from the El Nino induced winter weather plaguing the East coast.

MB, apparently, is the place where hundreds of Canadian “snowbirds” flock to each year from January to March..an alternative to Florida shores..in search of the Sun.

I thought this woman was Black. What she doing in Myrtle Beach with some Canadians..Hmph!

It was on one of my early morning strolls down the sparsely populated MB beach ( the temperature was a balmy 60 degrees) that I encountered not one, but several men of a certain age taking a similar outing.

Each was accompanied by a little puffball at his heels, or in his arms, or in one instance strapped to his chest in a dog carrier.

Each of these older gentlemen seemed in some state of otherworld bliss as they walked fido stopping to offer encouragement, bag poop, or feed a perfect sized expensive, Organic treat to their small companion.

After day 3 of observing this ritual on the beach, in the Mall, down deserted side streets, it occurred to me that something was missing.

Where was the gentleman’s spouse, girlfriend, betterhalf, or even sidepiece?

Being the inquisitive, never miss an opportunity to talk- to- a -stranger-kind of person, I posed this query to one of these happy go lucky dog walkers.

The answer? Wait for it…Wait for it. There was none! She (or he) had been replaced by FIDO!

I told you something was wrong with this girl..how can a dog replace a girlfriend…she done had too much Sun down there in MB!

To shore up my observations, I began to pay closer attention to men (and women) in my age group who were partner-less, but ..aha..had a relationship with a canine.

I will proffer the ‘One Who Remains Unnamed’ as my final piece of evidence. (Many of you remember him from my Vegas Adventure which was the catalyst for my first Blog).

His ongoing relationship for the past 16 years with a black Pomeranian exemplifies the point I am trying to make.

Not only has this 6 pound ball of black fur become the source of his constant attention, recipient of specially prepared meals…(Rachel Ray dry dog food topped with Kroger baked chicken chopped precisely, a little wet Ceasar dog food, a vitamin…one minute in the microwave..All lovingly stirred together.)

He is also the recipient of expensive treats..when did dogs start eating duck jerky?

A place at the foot or side of his Master’s bed, special planned outings in the car and other niceties generally reserved for women.

Meanwhile, All I received were constant admonitions by said dog owner:

Hon, I got to go home and see my dog… he’s been in the crate too long…that movie/dinner/flat tire..whatever.. Will have to wait!

Huh?

Reader, do you get my point?

And no, I am not jealous of a dog. I just believe all God’s creatures have a place in this world. That Humans were made for each other’s companionship, misery or whatever.

So have we taken this dog thing too far? Is having a relationship with another human too taxing, too much work, a relic of the past?

I believe a dog Can be man’s best friend..but best Girlfriend?

Oh well, time to go watch The Dog Whisperer.

Until the next time.

Ciao !