Every time I say the word “blog”, I feel like I need a lozenge.  Saying it,  just happens, way back there, in my throat.  Or, bellowed with gusto, it sounds like a far-away ship’s horn, finding it’s way through the fog. BLOOOOG.

Most days, I would like to use my computer for target practice.  As I muddle my way through technology, with my VAIO,  making those semi-musical, sorta perky, “clunk” noises—-letting me know that, once again, I have goofed—-it annoys me, no end, that I have to actually AGREE with it, before I can move on to the next thing.  I have to hit “OK” (even when I don’t have one “OK” vein in my body) or it won’t let me escape my obvious inadequacies to go to the next window, with the promise of  a fresh start.

The other day at lunch, three out of  four of us were on our cell phones or checking text messages between bites. Part of our discussion, in addition to the spread of spider veins, and our shrinking 401K’s, was on whether or not we had BLUE TOOTH or GPS’s, aiding our march through life. 

The other night, my husband and I were having dinner with a friend, who was visiting from out of town. Her cell phone became the centerpiece of our conversation—showing us clips of her favorite YOU TUBE videos.  Then, when our entres were served, she used her phone to take pictures of  the presentation of the food.  You see—she loves to cook and entertain, so they would make great “go-by’s” for her next dinner party.  Actually, that was a great idea—-and the YOU TUBE videos were hysterical.  So, we asked her to forward them to our individual emails so we could send them  to friends later.  Ahhhhhh, the warm glow one gets from sharing.

As a former advertising exec, I often wonder what the facial expressions must have been like in the conference room, the day “BLUE TOOTH” was pitched to the client.  Surely, these creative genius’s must have spent a bad morning at the dentist, soothed only by some really good, happy gas.  Or maybe they eased the pain with a big, blue bullet of a popsicle. If that were the case, I guess we would have had BLUE TONGUE TECHNOLOGY—–but, I think a rock group may have all ready reserved that domain.  I even bet “TOOTH” was actually a second choice.

So, as I TWITTER and TWEET and send messages WALL-to-WALL on FACEBOOK and find myself LINKED-IN, I realize these things, although I don’t fully understand their value just yet,  are becoming my new way of life.  Not that long ago, something that went “viral” was a major flapdoodle being invested by the Center for Disease Control. Now, the prospect of  “going viral” is simply thrilling. 

Slightly less thrilling is the prospect of using SKYPE.  Unless you are really well-dressed and have a great looking library or a view of the mountains, as your backdrop— the tacky mess, called your office  can send the wrong message entirely. Surely, someone is in the procees of creating “Skype Sets” to correct that problem.

Even though, each day, I am becoming less and less of a techno-virgin, I still reserve the right to cling to my hand-held can opener for support.

What’s true for you?