The COX man came this morning, bringing with him a companion and an array of tools and cable. Someone assured me they were expected. He had invited them in to replace something with something else with the goal to make the internet go faster. I didn’t grasp how this happened but it had something to do with replacing old cables with new and improved ones. Service men conjure up porn movie fantasies like ‘Cable Boy III” but these two were not at all sexy. I offered them coffee but the politely declined. They did their duty and departed. The laptop and the office computer both seem to ‘jump up’ a bit faster, so I suppose it was a success. I didn’t ask how much this all cost. Cable/TV is Someone’s realm and interest. I have no interest in the cable system.
The iPhone is part of the dastardly COX hegemony but with Verizon. This is also Someone’s responsibility. The dear recently gave me an ‘app’ to track the amount of data we/I consume. Apparently my mindless unrestrained phone use in areas without WiFi makes me go frequently past my monthly allotment resulting in stiff penalties. Thanks to this captious app I am more prudent in the use of the internet. My data consumption is shrinking. Through Youtube lectures I am becoming more acquainted with my iPhone in matters of turning off this and that option to better the battery time and save data. Even with this expanded knowledge I sense I know just the tip of the iceberg of this gonzo device.
The car is a few years old but I still don’t know how to make car calls. The steering wheel is loaded with buttons that resembles the cockpit of a DC. I am chastised when I explain ‘why didn’t I call” was because I was in the car, driving. I have been taught a few times how to place a call but it doesn’t stick, probably because i don’t want to call people while driving. I don’t want anything from COX but internet service. The iPhone can stick with phone calls, texts, and a half dozen apps and I am content.
My nephews are puzzled and horrified my wristwatch does only one thing: tell time. I am a disappointment. In the technology restaurant with its myriad menu of meal-deals and options all I want is a simple grilled cheese sandwich without trimmings and a glass of water please.