We all know what that I’m technologically challenged, while my husband is on the cutting edge of everything involving computers and scientific knowledge. I am the yin to his yang.
I am often on the receiving end to his discovery of vast sums of knowledge as he sends me countless articles on everything from the latest technological advancement to medical warnings and breakthroughs.
When quizzed what I thought about such and such article, I have one of two responses. Either a blank stare, or I simply state, “I didn’t get such an article.”
“Why not, I’m sure that I sent it to you.”
“I blocked your e-mail address.”
I prefer to live under the “ignorance is bliss” mode of muddling through life’s obstacles.
It’s my best coping skill.
It’s an inside joke around here whenever Fiddledaddy discovers a new app for his computer/iPhone/whathaveyou. Because honestly, he has an app for EVERY emergency you can ponder.
Perhaps my favorite was his light saber app, which he vehemently denies still having. However, I’ve heard the unmistakable sound of light saber cutting through thin air when he’s locked away in his office (double air quotes) working. He has other notable apps such as a flashlight app, a compass app, and a handy GPS app that gently helps him navigate his way around the state. Without the shrill and chastising voice of our old car GPS system. May she rest in pieces on the side of the road somewhere between here and Orlando.
There are others, but I think those are actually the most useful. As far as I’m concerned.
The intellectual importance of the latest apps for my own self really does elude me. Except of course for an app called iPeriod. Which pretty much does what you think it does. It helps me keep track of my menses. Which by the way, IS BACK. WITH A VENGEANCE. COMPLETE WITH CRAMPS THAT WOULD KILL ANY MAN. AND THE ALL IMPORTANT MENSTRUAL MIGRAINES. (This should explain my absence of late.)
My body was fooling me into thinking that menopause was at hand. And that I was going to have an easy time of it all. Further proof that God does have a sense of humor.
So. Where was I? APPS. Focus. Over the weekend I opened up my blog to clean out pesky spam, and I discovered that Fiddledaddy created an app for, well, me. That’s the business at the top of my left sidebar. We’ll just file this under “what he does when he has far too much time on his hands.”
Why anyone would need a Fiddledeedee app, is beyond me. It’s not like I have errant birds catapulting through the air aimed at pesky pig heads. NOW THAT’S AN APP WORTH HAVING. (Closet Angry Birds fan alert.) There are also no tiles with which to form 72 point words in the ultimate game of man verses machine. So I don’t really see the function. But I’ve subscribed. To humor him.
My list of favorite apps, in order of importance:
• Angry Birds
• Mahjong Dix Tiles
• Holy Bible (should be higher on the list, but thought what it says about LYING)
• Merriam-Webster Dictionary
• Simple Note
• White Noise
It now cannot be said of me that I am not on the cutting edge of technology. And if I had a grammar app on the list, yes, that would be a double negative…