Monday, November 30, 2009


I love texting. I do it constantly. But, even though it is oddly still legal in Florida, I don't do it while I'm driving. Outside the car, though, I am like a fiend on my little QWERTY keyboard. My best friend and I have long conversations with our fingers - back and forth, back and forth. We do it all the time because we can type fast.

The only problem with texting is that sometimes, and with some people, it just isn't fast enough. Plus, my phone only lets me use 160 characters before I have to press 'send' and start another one. Then I have to go back into the main menu, through 'messaging', 'send text', 'text message', and select the recipient again, all before I can continue my thought from the previous text. Not everyone types as fast as I do, and some people don't have the full keyboard. They have to press 'PQRS' three times for each 'R' in "terrible", just to describe their day! That is what my mom has to do.

If I were more electronically inclined, I would invent something faster than texting - something that could practically read your mind, it would be so fast. Then, because I created it, I could name it. It would need to be something user-friendly, something simple that could easily become part of our everyday venacular. Something like...


Thursday, November 26, 2009

Mary Poppins Inspires Anarchy

The kids and I were watching Mary Poppins today. Them for the first time, and me for the 8 billionth time. Remember it? It's a great movie about a totally disfunctional family who knows how to sing and the nanny who comes to save them all.

I mean, really, the two kids are angels compared to kids today (my own not included - they really are angels) but both have massive inferiority complexes. The mother is a closet feminist - dancing through the streets for the right to vote during the day then gliding smoothly into the role of doormat as soon as her husband comes home. And the father, well, he's what we would now call "a prick". I can't see Julie Andrews saying that at all though.

But in the end, he turns around and realizes that he would rather be flying a kite with his kids than working. That was the part that got me - he'd rather be flying a kite. Okay. Makes sense. Then he tells his boss off and dances away with his family.

That was when I realized how fantastic life would be if we all came to that conclusion. Every one of us could dance out of our places of employment to go fly kites. The telling your boss off part could be up to the individual - I happen to like my boss, so would skip that part.

Then I came to my second realization - not many of us know how to fly kites. And not many of us would want to fly a kite. Hmm, too bad - he looked so happy.