Phones... 

I hate phones of any description.  Or rather, the intrusive nature of phones and people's assumptions that I have nothing better to do than answer the phone and chat about some trivial bollocks or other.  My phone is for my convenience, nobody else's.  I love talking with friends but I don't see the constant need to blog every aspect of my life.  So, yes I have a cell phone but the battery's flat and it's not been charged for weeks.

I also take issue with non stop texting.  I don't care if people text til their thumbs fall off but not when it intrudes into my time, conversations or other aspects of my life.  In any case, experience has taught me if you have anything important to communicate, texting is not the way to do it.  It's too vague, too back and forth.  Better to call someone and ask outright. 

Cameras...

I have an Olympus E300 which is about 8 years old and man, is that ever a great camera.  Sadly, I don't get enough time to experiment with it and most of my photography these days consists of family gatherings and the children.  No bad thing, photos of the little ones, but I hope to be able to stretch out creatively again.

Internet... 

You guys should see some of the musician's forums if you want to see what a real war zone is like.  Harmony Central had some of the worst fighting and trolling I have ever seen.  You should see the Gibson v Fender fights or some of the amp fights for spectacular fireworks.  Having both Gibson and Fender, I don't get drawn into 'em. :)  I left there some years ago and I don't miss it one bit.  Now I'm a member of a closed (by invitation only) musician's site and it's so much better.

Finally, I don't go to any forum looking for a fight, argument or to act like some kind of tough guy.  Seen enough internet tough guys and trolls to last me a lifetime.  Like Acadia, I come here for information and a bit of light hearted fun.  Also like Acadia, I've had more than enough conflict in my life without getting embroiled in more.

Last year, my Dad was dying of cancer and sometimes reading the forums I'd think, "You pathetic bastards, whining about x y and z.  You should see what real problems are".  Of course, I never voiced this, being the nice guy that I am. :)  And yes, my Dad dealt with his illness with courage and dignity.  Not once did he whine, cry or complain, right up to his dying day.  A fine example and one which helps me keep everything else in perspective.

Coppula eam se non posit acceptera jocularum.

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