Call me an old fuddy-duddy if if you will, but what the fuck is up with everyone taking engagement pictures lately?

Can people not live their lives with one undocumented moment? What is this obsession?

Perhaps the NSA conducting surveillance on everyone isn’t as scary to people as I think it should be as they are intent on doing the same to themselves.

When every instance of life becomes a performance piece, does it mean anything? When we all become Tatiana Maslany clones, attempting to slot ourselves into roles with perfect fidelity as we imagine others would perceive them, do we have any substance left at all?

Whatever the answers are, none of that is for me.

Back in my day, kids, we didn’t even have a C: drive and that’s the way we liked it!

Ok, no, we didn’t actually like it but we couldn’t afford a C: drive.

My first hard drive was 30MB (yeah, that’s megabytes) and it cost somewhere around $500, or about $900 in today’s dollars.

I thought at the time that I’d never need more storage. Now I have somewhere north of 10TB of storage available to me locally.