Today's annoyance, or rather, this whole summer's annoyance has been with technology. I've never been too terribly keen on how all these wonderful, convenient contrivances work, but even so, you'd think I'd have warmed up to it by now. What's even worse is that I've grown up on these gadgets. Have you any idea how embarrassing it is when my mum comes up and can fix the computer while I would just stare at it blankly? She's always been more equipped in those scenarios than I'll ever be.
Whether it be the nonconformist side of me or my ignorance, I can't find the same pleasures in our current technology as I can in burned out contraptions. Cassette tapes and vinyl records are beginning to take over my life. Not that that's a bad thing, but y'know, it's odd. I finally got my record player. It's a Crosley CR40 and it's my best friend. My mum gave me her old Walkman a while back after I loudly vocalized that I wished I had one since my iPod never seemed to work. Naturally, thrift stores have become my favourite shopping locations. I can get cassette tapes for as low as 25 cents and 33 1/3 vinyls for as low as a dollar. No one appreciates Instant Cameras anymore either. I do. I got mine for 3 dollars at a thrift shop! Mind you, the battery alone is another 5 and the film is about 20 via eBay. I like it anyway.
You know what else hardly anyone notices, let alone uses anymore? Blockbuster. I love Blockbuster. I can get video games, movies, television series, treats, magazines, and other miscellaneous items there. They gave me a free Winnie the Pooh sack looking thing too, which makes me like them even more. The first movie we rented was Blast from the Past. Oldies. You can't go wrong with those. Only problem is that now I'm looking for a man who has been living underground with his parents for 35 years. It'd be nice to meet a completely naive, yet perfect, well rounded gentleman every now and then. But, that never happens unfortunately. In fact, my luck is running out with men. Every single one I ever like is either married or gay, as it would turn out. That's fine I s'pose. It's not really a priority.
Finally, regarding letters. Why doesn't anyone write letters? I don't understand why some people can't talk to people unless it's via internet or text message. Not that I'm one to talk I guess, here I am blogging. I've kind of insisted that anyone who wants to talk to me has to write me a letter. Some people complain that we live too close together for them to send me a letter in the mail. In that case, come to my house and engage in a face to face conversation. As you can imagine, no one asks me to play with them anymore. And that's alright as well.
