Monday, January 18, 2010
Dinosaurs, 'zup, dudes?
When someone calls me a dino for not having a cell phone or thinking writers should be paid for writing, I just knock them over with my big green tail.
But I do vaguely realize technology is passing me by.
Never more so than when I was watching The Middle—a very offbeat sitcom on ABC that purports to be about “the middle,” the flyover states. It’s pretty subtle and funny—I watch it every week. (When a family member comes in with fast food bags, that person always says, “I made dinner.”)
This week, Dad gets laid off and the teenage son Axl (who puts his puts his whole body into his eyerolls or pantomimes himself hanging by a noose every time his parents speak) is also unemployed. Father father and son go to a Job Fair. While in line, the father speaks to the son, and the kid, who is on his cell, holds up a finger..”Interview.”
Interviewing for a job on his cell? Sure.
Eventually, the kid helps his Dad upload resumes, and finally the kid gets a job, shrugging it off saying something like, “This dude from Facebook, like you should work here, man, and I am OK, sweet!”
I don’t tweet. I saw some tweets by people and they didn’t blow my skirts up. I always figure tweeting will blow over and maybe I will catch the next one.
Sweet? Well, sometimes I don’t know.