Now, you may know by now how much of a technology fiend I am.
I represent the ultimate consumer for the holiday season.
I like cool gadgets. I’m not willing to take too many risks. And while an early adopter of new fun gizmos and doodads, I’m not willing to pay more than I need to for a feature set that I’m only going to use part of the time and that makes my family and the rest of my not-as-nerdy friends glaze over like a krispy kreme when I go off about gigabyte storage space in an mp3 player.
I really don’t need to IM during coffee breaks.
I don’t need to take photos to document the path of my shoes from the bathroom to the desk.
I don’t need to chronicle in audio precision the brilliant screen play idea I had while stuck in traffic on the bridge.
What I do want, are little selfish things that technology should be able to do to help me along with the overall quality of life and social engagements that I have without too much of a learning curve and periphery purchases.
So here’s what I want for the holidays. A startrek and jetson type of world.
I want to be able to get from point A->B without too much difficulty or challenge with regards to parking. So when you get that “beaming” technology to mean more than playing checkers with your palm pilot across the conference room, then you’ll get me all hot and bothered. When you get that parking efficiency thing working such that I don’t have to spend more time circling the club to shaking my groove thang inside of it, then I’ll be a happy camper. If they come up with a MiniCooper that’s hybrid electric and can fold into a briefcase? I’ll be the first one in line to give a blowjob to the cardealer for mine. In cherry red, thank you very much.
One of the niftiest little things I liked about watching the Fifth Element was the notion of a microwave turining a capsule into a Holiday Feast turkey in less than 30 seconds flat. I like that notion of space efficiency and old school holiday-foodstuffs satisfaction. The knowledge that I share a kitchen with 5 other roommates may lend you some reasons why this is a legitimate concern for me.
So I’m looking at holiday reviews of gadgets…some are nifty and excite me to some degree, but most leave me a little cold.
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Maybe I just miss my digital camera.
I’ve been feeling a little naked without it the last few weeks since the thing crapped out on me. Two good years of memories out of it and then one day, pbbt, the lense wouldn’t open. The audio recording features were still fine. The playback and memory card features were still flawless. The thing just wouldn’t open to take pix anymore. Quite tragic. Repairing it would cost the same as a new PDA/DigitalCamera/MP3 Player. Of which 2 out of the 3 features would be crappy. I’d rather have 3 different devices that do each of their core components flawlessly than a hybrid monster that I’m anchored to until all three feature sets become obsolete (oh say, by dinnertime).
I like the liberty of being able to upgrade/modify/customize the features for each functional piece of technogoodie to *me* and my wants, not what i’m stuck to when it comes to memory component, peripheral, OS, & accessories.
I was shopping around for a new camera. Considered plunking some money into a Canon G5. But for someone who isn’t Rannie or Jay, this is the equivalent of me buying an Aston Marton to drive to the 7/11 for smokey treats. Ok, I’m still considering it, but along the lines of the car metaphor, I’m planning on taking some racing lessons on a enclosed and private race course.
In the interim, I’m just waiting for an exact replacement of my previous digital camera to come in the mail. Ebay. Cheap. it should arrive tomorrow. And I’ll be happy. No need to change to a new memory media. No need to install new software. Familiar feature sets, and good functionality. Kind of a technology copout not to upgrade? Nay, I don’t think so in this case.
So instead I think I *will* get that sexy PDA. With only the feature sets that I want and nothing more. And maybe I’ll see if it comes in pink. Cuz I’m still such a girl that way.
