The Terror of Technology

I normally love the steady advance of technology.



We surround ourselves with gadgets and gizmos that to a previous generation would seem like magic or science fiction.

Nuova Lazio of 2200

Yesterday for example, I was sitting on my front deck, enjoying a cooling Gin and Tonic, listening to my favourite music, being played from an iPod Nano, which stored over 90 hours of my favourite music.

I was reading a newly published book by one of my favourite authors which had just been published.  I had bought and downloaded the book into my eReader (a Kobo) just 5 minutes before, and I was now enjoying the read, and I didn't even have to leave my home to get it.

I had also stored another 25 books in my eReader, ready for our holiday in Hawkes Bay (Hauomoana) next week,so I could enjoy a large selection of reading matter without lugging a big bag of books.

Earlier this morning, my Beloved had been having a long chat over video Skype with our darling daughter in Scotland, with both of them having a 2 hour natter, and enjoying seeing each other's faces and expressions as they chatted.  I also liked it because it's free.

We are so used to having instant access to communications that removing a mobile phone from some miscreant is soon going to be seen as interfering with their basic human rights.

So by no means am I a technophobe.

BUT

Something terrible has happened.

Something much, much worse than I had ever imagined could happen.

It's unthinkable.

It's even worse.

It's even worse than this

My Beloved got this strange idea that perhaps she should learn to use a computer.

Not our computer, but her own computer.

A computer outside my immediate control.

A computer, connected to the Internet and CAPABLE OF VIEWING BLOGS.

So yesterday I was dragged in manacles screaming and bawling with tears of blood issuing from my eyes went with her to Dick Smith and bought a small notebook computer (An Asus 5349)

*sob*

AND she wants me to install a wireless network by Saturday.

She actually used the words "We'll need to get a wireless router dear, so you can set up a WLAN"

Who on earth has been telling her these things? 

AND now she wants me to show her, SHOW HER, not do it for her, but actually show/teach her how to CHANGE HER OWN PASSWORD.

Is there no more trust in the world?

I see no Trust.

I can no longer guarantee my anonymity.  I feel as if my Beloved is looking over my shoulder every minute.

AND EVEN WORSE

She might look at the BLOG ARCHIVES.

She might actually read all that I've written.

NOT, I must emphasise that there is anything really bad/naughty/embarrassing/revealing in any of my little posts.

Honestly.

Trust Me.  I'm a Teacher.

WARNING

The following section may upset the little ladies.

We should never have let them touch anything more complicated than rolling pins.

Maybe irons, but that's it.