after throwing a load of laundry in the washer, I was leading my daughter upstairs from the basement. she plopped herself down in front of the Commodore 64 that was laying about and said, “wait — I have to email”
I kid you not —
I think that’s her “you’ve got mail”-face.
the mouse wasn’t ‘working’ so she tried to plug it in; I started getting into the details of DB9 vs. the DIN serial port, but she abandoned the effort. I urged her to continue on upstairs with “we can see if your email got through to my laptop…” she stopped ‘typing’, rested her hands on the keyboard, and said to me with all seriousness, “this is my work.”
YIKES — she must have heard that once or twice before (or a hundred times)…
then she held her hand up, thumb and forefinger extended, and said something about ’email’ — K would later tell me that she was ‘handing’ me the email; something her and her bff do because they don’t seem to understand the Interwebs yet. (apparently they’ve played this email game before.)
the scary thing is that they will understand, and on a different level than me or anyone in my generation. the Internet has only really been around for half of my life; she’ll never know life without it. I doubt my daughter has any concept of sitting down and writing a letter to someone (via snail mail) — but she already knows email.
and YouTube (aka “BARNEY SONG! BARNEY SONG!”), but that’s another post.
The Mark of the Beast is your I.P. address, combine that with a phone (pda’s, blackberries) and you have the mark in your hand !
this, and other gems, at Barack Obama the Anti-Christ? under the post Scripture Challenge. the challenge was to list bible passages that directly support the theory that Obama is the anti-Christ. 82 comments followed, with barely a handful of scripture and more insane theories than a weekend with Oliver Stone and a keg of Red Bull.
the biblical scholar quoted above also refers to Nostradamus as a prophet, “in this world to point us to the truth and show us the way.” riiiight.
originally, I was going to write about the bizarre run-in I had with an elderly in-law. somehow, everyone else had cleared out of the room for a few minutes, and in the quiet she started asking me what I thought about Obama. “oh, it’s an interesting race,” I said. “He’s a muslim, you know,” she replied. “No, no he’s not,” I objected. I explained to her that he proclaims to be a Christian, that he has attended a Christian church for years and years, and that he went to a “muslim” school in Indonesia simply because that was the best local option. “Well, he has a muslim background…” You can imagine how awkward the silence was for the next few minutes.
if you want to see what your IP address is, you can check it here. if it’s 18.104.22.168, well, serves you right for walking among the unwashed on the internet.