So I have been neglecting my little blog.  Sorry.  Life’s been busy.  However, in all my busy blunders, I did manage to go shopping.  In my shopping, I made a realization.  I have a real love/hate relationship with technology.  Yes, there is a connection, even if it is a “CoCo connection” (these are my own little versions of logic chains… They’re probably not logical to anyone but myself).

I love technology with bras.  Yep, bras.  My sister and I went to Victoria’s Secret and decided to get “fitted” for bras.  Apparently you are supposed to do this around once a year because your bra size can change a lot depending on weight and hormone fluctuations.  Even though my sister and I have the same bra size (is this getting too personal?), the different technology built in to the different bras gave us each a very different result, and we both got bras with different technologies.  I am obsessed with under things, so this was very exciting for me.

I hate technology in phones.  My cell phone doesn’t work in the mall.  I have T-mobile’s top of the line cell phone and, for some reason, if I am in certain stores I drop calls or have no service.  This is rather inconvenient if you need a second opinion on a purchase, are trying to multi-task and are talking to someone else while shopping, or are trying to meet up with people who are already in the mall.  That last inconvenience is even more inconvenient if they are in a store where they don’t get reception, either.  On the same note, I hate it in movie theaters as well.  My friend Steve and I went to see The Artist, and a really ignorant patron decided to text through the whole movie.  Steve leaned forward and asked him to stop.  After the movie was over, Steve and I were watching the credits and this man took his SWEET time getting his jacket on to leave. (At this point, I am sure Steve’s adrenaline was pumping, thinking he was going to have to defend his right to watch a movie without a glowing screen from the seat in front of him.  It’s a good thing it didn’t come to that, for the man’s sake.  I was wearing killer spikey heels.)  Then, the man leans over the seats and says, “Hey man, sorry if I bothered you.  I found out my mom died,” then he walked off.  My response was a loud laugh followed by shouting “LIAR!”  Really?  Your mom dies and you just sit in the theater and watch the rest of the movie?  If it was a death that was slow and gradual, why aren’t you with your family?  And if it was an accident and sudden, wouldn’t you get up and walk out in a panic?  People are weird… At least I got a good laugh out of the situation.  I wish they could just swap this so you ALWAYS had reception in the mall and never had reception in the theater.  THAT is technology I could get behind.

I love technology with online shopping.  About a week and a half ago, I got my personalized Hunger Games water bottle and my D.I.P., that’s a District Identification Pass for those of you not up on the lingo (I was assigned in District 4 as a ship captain).  This put me on a dorkfest overload!  I am sure there are places locally that I could have something like this created, but because it was online and already created by the Hunger Games publicity machine, I just clicked and to my door it came!  I now can proudly sport my water bottle and flash my D.I.P. because of technology.  YAY!

I hate technology with music.  I know that I am the type of person who would still love vinyls if I ever had a turntable and knew how to use one.  I still buy all my music on CDs.  I do not own an iPod.  I strongly resist change in this area.  I used to have an iPod and actively used iTunes.  All it took was being burned by Apple twice to decide that these were not for me, one time when my computer crashed and I learned I had to rebuy all my lost downloads and the second when Mad Men only downloaded the HD version that was not compatible with my computer I had at the time and wouldn’t download the non-HD version without buying the season pass again.  I HATE the Apple monopoly, but don’t get me started on that…  I also hate making my own playlists.  They take too much time and effort.  If I want to listen to something, I typically am in a mood to listen to that artist in general, so popping in their CD is much easier than making a playlist.  No matter what happens to my computer, I still have my CDs.  My resistance to technology in this category isn’t new, either.  I also held on to tapes for as long as I possibly could.  My parents bought me a new stereo for my car when I was a teenager, and I demanded one with a tape deck (I used a tape/CD converter with my discman for CDs at that time) because I wanted the option to listen to my tapes.  So I will happily go to Target to buy the Kelly Clarkson CD when I am on a Stronger kick, which I did within the past couple of weeks.

So there’s my little tangent this week on technology, and I do realize the irony of this being on a blog written from a laptop.