Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Technology that's passed it's "sell by" date...
Ok, here we are, well and truly in the Information Age - thank god - where it's all things technological - blackberries, Tabs, ipads blah blah blah. So why oh why, pray tell, are some things still firmly rooted in the Dark Ages? Why hasn't something simpler, better or faster come along - besides Standard Bank!
3 examples:
1. DVD - Watching (and enjoying) DVD. Picture suddenly freezes.Sigh. No option but to peel self off sofa. Eject DVD. Glare at silver side. Check no-one's watching and spit on. Rub vigorously with sleeve! Re-insert. Try and find last scene. Aarrgh, gone too far back. Reaches same spot and freezes again. Repeat!
2. Printers - Paper jam. Display flashes picture of side of machine. Open side door. Gaze in. Out of corner of eye spot a piece of paper. Slide in hand to gentle tug the troublesome sheet. It feels hot so instinctively try not to burn self. Hand jerks. End up tearing paper. Half of it's left in machine. It's the original. Shit. Fiddle with lever. Now on knees. Other half is eventually spat out. Thank god. Slam door. Heave self up. Optimistically check screen for the all clear. Display flashes picture of front door. Repeat!
And finally,
3. Powerpoint. 'Nuff said.
Come on chaps...sort it out!
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3 examples:
1. DVD - Watching (and enjoying) DVD. Picture suddenly freezes.Sigh. No option but to peel self off sofa. Eject DVD. Glare at silver side. Check no-one's watching and spit on. Rub vigorously with sleeve! Re-insert. Try and find last scene. Aarrgh, gone too far back. Reaches same spot and freezes again. Repeat!
2. Printers - Paper jam. Display flashes picture of side of machine. Open side door. Gaze in. Out of corner of eye spot a piece of paper. Slide in hand to gentle tug the troublesome sheet. It feels hot so instinctively try not to burn self. Hand jerks. End up tearing paper. Half of it's left in machine. It's the original. Shit. Fiddle with lever. Now on knees. Other half is eventually spat out. Thank god. Slam door. Heave self up. Optimistically check screen for the all clear. Display flashes picture of front door. Repeat!
And finally,
3. Powerpoint. 'Nuff said.
Come on chaps...sort it out!
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
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