Thursday, January 15, 2015

Blue

As the technology officer of the Curmudgeon Societé Generale, I rush (as fast as any curmudgeon can) to embrace new technology.

Bluetooth. What a pile of crap. Leave the room and it disappears. Wander about your house and it resets to its favorite condition: ignoring you and your fancy dancy phone.

I suffer for technology.

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