Little Yellow Pad

My little yellow pad. On a fucking phone. I often forget the magical device I now hold in my hands.

You see folks, I have mainly pecked out this blog on my iPhone. That's boring shit you don't really need to know, but there it is. Yay!

Getting back to getting back all of a sudden, as a dear, but very worthless friend of mine always said.

Magic!

I fucking hold magic in my hands. This social device has transcended its meager beginnings of being packed into suitcases, and now become a device I literally rely on in my daily life.

I never did get my god DAMNED jet pack, or flying car. I do however, have a thing that would drive science fiction writers of the past to premature deaths by unending orgasm.

I am living in the god damned future, and it's full of cats! Imagine trying to explain that shit to an earlier version of yourself. Wouldn't go down pretty I imagine, but past me is a dick, so there is that.

The future! This fucking "phone" can do far more shit than my first computer that was connected to that screeching, abysmally slow thing we used to call the Internet. Minutes for a single porn picture, obtained from IRC. Truly the Dark Ages. Hell for a fifteen year old boy.

I can look up anything I desire. No piece of trivia goes unanswered. That one song I used to love is no longer an eternal mystery. Music, movies, social interaction, and yes even porn is all merely a few pecks away.

This god damned thing is amazing. Fucking magic.

Who would have ever imagined that phones would be the technology that most shapes humanity? That phones, fucking phones would be the thing that changes our every day lives the most within our age?

Ponder on that for a while.

Goodnight.