Eating Crow

Watch out, crows.*  You're about to be eaten.

(Cute little top-hat dude courtesy of our gal Sugarskull7.) 

I was never going to have a blog.  I scoffed at people who had blogs.  Now, look at me.

 
I was certainly never going to be on Facebook.  I scoffed at people who were on Facebook.  And yet, I got myself a page or two this month.

 
In the space where it asks "relationship status?" my real answer should read, "In a committed relationship.  With her iphone."  Which was another thing I was never going to get.  I scoffed at people with smart phones.  But last week, I continued my slide down technology's slippery slope and got this beauty . . . . which I do indeed love.  (Sorry, Clarke.)

So, folks, what have we learned?

1.  Be careful what you mock.  Because you just might end up buying/turning into one of them.

2.  Technology can be pretty darned fun, after all.  And a good way to communicate for fun and businesss.  And therefore, I will soon also be twittering and all manner of other things I used to mock.   SO WATCH OUT!!!!

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*  Note:  no actual crows were harmed in this process.  Indeed, according to Wikipedia, it's not actually crows -- the birds -- that are eaten when we "eat crow."  No.  "Crow" was 1850s American slang for animal innards.  I presume the animals were already dead for other reasons when people ate their insides as part of their "'umble pie" meals of chagrin/embarrassment.