The Junk Food of Writing

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Big Brother is Watching You.

Caveat: this entry may frighten old men.

I'm downright terrified of most new technology. I do, however, admit to being somewhat dependent on certain advances in technology; I cannot imagine a life without the internet, AIM or my iPod. Everything else, however, chills my postmodern bones. The most recent fright I endured was at my aunt and uncle's house for Easter. I walked into the kitchen to fetch a drink and grab some hors d'oeuvres, and as I turned around I was greeted by a black and white television -- which my 15-month-year-old twin cousins appeared on. Apparently, baby moniters aren't enough -- so they (a very vague 'they') have a survellience camera planted in the corner of the childrens' bedroom. Let me clarify: this 20" moniter is sits on a counter in the middle of the kitchen. Orwell must have rolled in his grave as I ran from the kitchen. Later on that night I asked my sister to make my dinner plate for me.