And the way we drive now.
Narcissus, who was never very wise,
Observed a water-spirit in a [screen]....
You know of course, that they are texting each other.
Just yesterday, I watched a shopper in a supermarket parking lot execute about a million-point turn while simultaneously texting on her cell phone. To be maximally kind about it, it wasn't an award-winning performance. But it was the instant at which I became convinced that the Earth is doomed.
"Why?" I hear you ask. Simply this: As the wild asteroid comes barreling in, or the alien warships commence their descent, we won't gird our loins to meet the threat; we'll be much too busy texting. After all, our BFFs really have to know!
They are oblivious to the fact the real life is passing them by.
It's a phase, said the brontosaurus of the T-Rex.
Sweet Meteor Of Death.
Vote SMOD in 2012.
Dang whippersnappers, with their long hippie hair and that rock and roll music garbage, and tee vee shows. Why, back in our day, we said "yes mam and no sir," and when we wanted to amuse ourselves we played checkers and read books, gol darn it to heck! Yep, those were the days.....why just t'other day I was talking to Martha bout that time down at the swimmin hole and......
Hey wait....Hey you kids, get off my damn lawn!!
I'm on the side of the "get off my lawn" guy. Life was measurably, qualitatively better for most people "in our day" (i.e. prior to 1973).
Ahhh, young ladies and gentlemen studying their pocket Constitutions. It warms my heart.
When I was a youth, the only people who were constantly on the phone were 14-year-old girls. To watch grown men gabbledeebabble constantly on their smart-ass phones is a sure sign of mass gelding on an unprecedented scale.