Fight the power!Seriously, though, I likes my gee-gaws as much as the next guy, but cell phones, not so much. People like my boss who swerve madly through traffic just to answer a random phone call are just...just...well, I don't have anything really clever to say, but you get my drift. In any case, I do own a cell phone, but as to the precise location of said phone...it MIGHT be under the passenger seat of my car. Of course, it might also be at the bottom of Lake Mead. And to quote Connor McManus, I'm strangely comfortable with it.
I think the cell phone novel is a tree, and the evolution of writing tools and formats is the forest, if you know what I mean. I am really more interested in the latter subject. This kind of stuff is inevitable. I kind of see it this way: imagine how ridiculous the typewriter probably seemed to people when it was first invented. A machine? Why all the fuss? Where am I going to store this thing? It's too expensive! But guys like Mark Twain said heck, let's give this thing a try. Not that I am comparing myself to Mark Twain, mind you.
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