30 Signs That Technology
Has Taken Over Your Life
-- Joe Mullich, AmericanWay Magazine, 11/15/94
Your stationery is more cluttered than
Warren Beatty's address book. The letterhead lists a fax
number, e-mail addresses for two on-line services, and
your Internet address, which spreads across the breadth
of the letterhead and continues to the back. In essence,
you have conceded that the first page of any letter you
write *is* letterhead.
You have never sat through an entire movie
without having at least one device on your body beep or
buzz.
You need to fill out a form that must be
typewritten, but you can't because there isn't one
typewriter in your house -- only computers with laser
printers.
You think of the gadgets in your office as
"friends," but you forget to send your father a
birthday card.
You disdain people who use low baud rates.
When you go into a computer store, you
eavesdrop on a salesperson talking with customers -- and
you butt in to correct him and spend the next twenty
minutes answering the customers' questions, while the
salesperson stands by silently, nodding his head.
You use the phrase "digital
compression" in a conversation without thinking how
strange your mouth feels when you say it.
You constantly find yourself in groups of
people to whom you say the phrase "digital
compression." Everyone understands what you mean,
and you are not surprised or disappointed that you don't
have to explain it.
You know Bill Gates' e-mail address, but
you have to look up your own social security number.
You stop saying "phone number"
and replace it with "voice number," since we
all know the majority of phone lines in any house are
plugged into contraptions that talk to other
contraptions.
You sign Christmas cards by putting :-)
next to your signature.
Off the top of your head, you can think of
nineteen keystroke symbols that are far more clever than
:-).
You back up your data every day.
Your wife asks you to pick up some
minipads for her at the store and you return with a rest
for your mouse.
You think jokes about being unable to
program a VCR are stupid.
On vacation, you are reading a computer
manual and turning the pages faster than everyone else
who is reading John Grisham novels.
The thought that a CD could refer to
finance or music rarely enters your mind.
You are able to argue persuasively the
Ross Perot's phrase "electronic town hall"
makes more sense than the term "information
superhighway," but you don't because, after all, the
man still uses hand-drawn pie charts.
You go to computer trade shows and map out
your path of the exhibit hall in advance. But you cannot
give someone directions to your house without looking up
the street names.
You would rather get more dots per inch
than miles per gallon.
You become upset when a person calls you
on the phone to sell you something, but you think it's
okay for a computer to call and demand that you start
pushing buttons on your telephone to receive more
information about the product it is selling.
You know without a doubt that disks come
in five-and-a- quarter-and three-and-a-half-inch sizes.
Al Gore strikes you as an
"intriguing" fellow.
You own a set of itty-bitty screw-drivers
and you actually know where they are.
While contemporaries swap stories about
their recent hernia surgeries, you compare mouse-induced
index-finger strain with a nine-year-old.
You are so knowledgeable about technology
that you feel secure enough to say "I don't
know" when someone asks you a technology question
instead of feeling compelled to make something up.
You rotate your screen savers more
frequently than your automobile tires.
You have a functioning home copier
machine, but every toaster you own turns bread into
charcoal.
You have ended friendships because of
irreconcilably different opinions about which is better
-- the track ball or the track *pad*.
You understand all the jokes in this
message. If so, my friend, technology has taken over your
life. We suggest, for your own good, that you go lie
under a tree and write a haiku. And don't use a laptop.
You email this message to your friends
over the net. You'd never get around to showing it to
them in person or reading it to them on the phone.