Dana Mentink here. This is sad to report, but my 'n' fell off. I suppose this is to be expected when one turns 47, but it popped right off my keyboard in the middle of a paragraph replete with literary genius. No problem, I told myself, and off I went to the computer store to buy a new keyboard. I am told, by the radiant Matilda, that my iPad is obsolete, such a stegasauras in fact, that there is no keyboard anywhere in the known universe that can possibly connect to this relic. One could try to find an ancient model on Amazon, but one will have to wait a few days, if one is indeed lucky enough to find one. Wait? With three deadlines looming? I throw myself on the mercy of the dashing Marco who shows me how to snatch my works of genius from the cloud and zap them into a fancy new unit. I tell Marco that should I ever have any more children, I am naming them all Marco.
Can you guess what happens next? Yep. I upgrade my iPad, keyboard and the whole nine yards. Good news? I have an 'n' and I can now type at a blistering rate of speed. Bad news? I'm out 900 clams. Sigh. It's not easy being me. It wasn't easy being Marco, either, as I hovered over his delicate information transfer like an astronaut supervising a space capture.
How are you all doing out there with your technology? Are you keeping up or do you find your igizmos and android thingys are aging faster than you are?