The on-sale date for the next cool thing is circled in red on my calendar.
Every time someone mentions Apple, I genuflect and reach for my wallet—and the document transferring rights to my firstborn, which comes in handy when we’re talking a new Apple product.
Wanna know how bad it is, how low I’ve sunk, how deep I’m in?
You know those people who waited seven hours for the first iPhone? Yep, second in line. I got two.
I can’t walk past one of those sleek, cool stores and not walk in. Invariably a nice youngster in a blue shirt will stop to ask me if I’m looking for anything in particular. I have to tell them that I have one of everything, which makes me sad.
Nothing makes me smile like a new electronic toy from my favorite toy maker.
And then there’re all the Apps. I LOVE those things. I feel so cool and all being able to track hurricanes (I live in Nevada) and stream music (although I’ve never heard of most of the bands). I can even talk about Hulu and that sort of thing. I Facebook and Instagram and all of that right from my tiny five-inch screen.
I haven’t met an App or a program that intimidates me (I’ve met some that have defeated me, but I always pick myself up, dust myself off and rise to the next challenge.)
Yup coasting along in my tech-genius bubble…until last week.
It was a day like any other. I awakened before civilized folks should be vertical, staggered to the kitchen for coffee (already brewed, thank you very much—yes, I can program my coffee maker), then I sat down and opened my emails. Lurking in the stream of nonsense I usually get from spammers, I spied a very nice invitation to appear before a Virginia-based chapter of Sisters In Crime. I wrote them back and explained that, as much as I’d like to talk with them, a considerable stretch of real estate separates Las Vegas from Richmond.
They were cool with that; they just wanted to Skype it.
I swallowed hard. I had been in the bathroom when the Skype train whistled past. And, to be honest, my kids live twenty minutes away. And there wasn’t anybody else on the planet who I would allow to see me in my normal state of dishabille when at my computer. (I will say though, I only write in my pajamas, no make up and bed hair on days that end with “y”—a gal’s gotta have standards.)
So, Skype had remained a mystery. That was about to change. Ham that I am, I never pass up an opportunity to appear in front of a group to talk about books.
So I got a quick tutorial and dove in.
I LOVED it! How fun! I could hang with the wonderful group in Richmond and not have to be groped by TSA!
It’s like magic. I’m addicted…as we’ve already established I have that sort of personality, so it shouldn’t come as a huge surprise.☺
So beware, if I discover your Skype account….well, all bets are off.
Are you a tech-geek like me? What are your favorite Apps, programs, devices (keep it clean), etc?