I am not a technical science person, some people embrace it, I don’t. I think science doesn’t really affect my life, but really it does. Like the cell phone, I’m totally dependent on my cell phone. And it isn’t that long ago that we didn’t have cell phones, like 9 years ago, not a generation ago, If you said “yeah I’ll meet you at 7-11,” You just had to go there! You had to be there, and if you went there and the person you were suppose to meet didn’t turn up. You had to just go home, that’s it, and my whole life was like the end credits of the Incredible Hulk, just lonesomely walking away. I like my cell phone, but I only use it for texts and calls, I don’t use it for all those crazy different functions you can do. Though I do like the occasional sexy picture ;-)
Also on science, the whole pin number system has created a new social problem, cause you have to put your card in and type out a pin number in front of a person or as the machine calls it ‘merchant’ (who says merchant? 'would you like some silks and spices from the world,' its anachronistic) and it creates an awkward moment between you and the cashier, because the cashier thinks, oh better not look at the pin number. Cause as you know you must never tell anyone your pin number, “Never tell anyone your pin number, even if you love them very much, what if the relationship goes wrong, then they’ll know your pin number forever and can use it against you.” And that’s all going on in the moment, in the drama and you’re holding the machine. And a new protocol has developed, where at the moment you’re about to type in your pin number, they’ll sort of look away, to make you feel more comfortable, but sometimes it’s really arch and dramatic like a Duran Duran video. In one place they had developed a box for it, like a little rabbit hutch, like she can’t trust herself, “I will just look at the pin numbers, I can’t help myself, I just love robbing, everyday I’m hustling.” Pin numbers on their own are worthless, you want to know mine, 7263, have it, that’s my number and it’s worthless on its own. You can’t just wander into Wal-mart and go, “I’ll have that barbeque please and that TV, 7263, thank you very much.” Worthless on its own.
Do you remember how caught up we got in the millennium bug? The scaremongering that went on, “There will be a millennium bug, planes will fall out of the sky because they will think it’s 1900.” Planes aren’t just going to go, oh my word it’s 1900, I haven’t been invented yet, down I go! Those are the rules, bye!
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