the REAL slippery slope. . .

as i’m getting ready for bed last night, i sat across from one roommate at the dining room table (which is now completely painted and sealed) and set up a flight to visit my aunt. we each had our laptops out in the ‘you sunk my battleship’ configuration. jared noted that in our new roomier place, with the current laptop situation (all three of us mosey around laptops at the ready), the colorful interior santa fe paint job, and the wireless internet, how much our new apartment feels like an internet cafe at times.

well we did pick a fun name for the wireless connection. . . the old ‘drafty door’ from the other apartment, wasn’t applicable. we live on a street with the name ‘lost’ in it. . . .’lost’ is a pretty decent show that we all tune into, and well. . . the new place is in a convoluted area of town, which i did get ‘lost’ trying to get to the first few times. . . and if i were to wax philosophical. . . who among us doesn’t feel, ‘lost?’ so yeah, we named our wireless server, lost. . . . but if you santa fe freaks who actually check this blog out searching for other santa fe-ans to get to know, try to find our server. . .. its WEP protected sucka!

but i digress. katy, the new roommate, walked over to the table having just found an interesting new cell phone online. the rest of it went something like this. . .

katy. . . “guys, you know that new ‘rockr’ phone that plays itunes, well there’s another one that is internet enabled, plays itunes, has an fm broadcast capabilities, gps, texting, palm pilot type abilities. . . everything.”

jared. . . “unreal. i don’t want just one thing that can all that.”

me. . . “but the real question is . . .can it get me off?” (yeah, i was tired, and the airline websites were driving me nuts!)

jared. . “no erika, i think you’ll still have to have a different device for that.”

katy. . . “it’s something like $450 right now.”

me. . . “and it still can’t get me off?. . . . then forget it.”

jared. . . “you know, i’m just gonna wait a couple more years and get the chip implanted when that comes out.”

me. . . “oh, and then it can be like in the movie strange days where you have a memory implanted in the chip of getting off and you don’t need a device, a person, or even that much time, you can speed it up to all the good parts.”

jared. . “yeah, no mess to clean up or anything.”

i then as having trouble getting a podcast to show up on my ipod. i baby talked to it, and gave it endearing strokes in the hope that my admiration of it would whisk the podcasts into view magically. . . to which jared having looked up and over from his laptop screen interjected. . .

“you know, that won’t get you off either.”

me. . . “yeah, the model is too slim a design. that’s really what the right wing should be worried about. they stupidly argue that gay marriage will lead to people marrying animals. it’s not true. people will marry their ipods and laptops first.”

then i turn to my ipod, which just revealed the ever so wanted podcast on its screen, and i cooed, ‘i love you,’ to it. i then left it to charge with my computer, on the dining room table, under the burglar diversion of my sweatshirt and went to bed.