Call Me

Greetings Mouthketeers:
I was going to write about the late and most interesting, Eunice Kennedy Shriver, (was her husband’s first name, Sargent, or was he a sergeant in the war?) …Then I was going to send a shout out to my client, New York Times best-selling author, Mary Jo Buttafuoco, and the success of her book, Getting it Through My Thick Skull … (Wait until you hear who wants to sue her. . .) Then . . . right before blogging this evening I opened up my iPhone and wondered, “How the hell did I get 200 emails from 6:42-11pm, and why do I feel guilty going to bed without answering them?”
I’m pissed. Yes, I’m the one who spent $625 to have an IT person reconnect my iPhone to the Mac to the PC, etc., etc. But I hate the whole thing.
As Bette Midler said in “The Rose,” “Where is everybody going?” I truly believe the downfall of our society is Facebook, Twitter, Blackberry and iPhone, because at the end of the day, the act of maneuvering all these electronic devices is sucking the daylights out of us, and if you look back at the content of your tweets, and emails, and wall messages, you might notice that nothing you’ve read or written today is uber interesting and you certainly won’t cure cancer with the content produced in any of your profiles. Sure, you confirmed a reservation or two via email, “friended” a friend you never liked in the first place on Facebook . . . but at the end of the day, what does it really have to do with you and your life?
Throw that Blackberry in the garbage and use the iPhone as a flashlight the next time you loose your keys in your knapsack. That’s right; just use the phone as a flashlight.
Seriously, I can see the value in instant messaging when you’re in a hurry, but I don’t understand what is the importance of important issues anymore? Have you turned into the person who is scrolling up and down your inbox while you’re in an elevator, simply because you’re playing ‘catch up’ with your device? Should my evening be a big bust simply because the mobileme.com server hasn’t downloaded another 100 more messages in my inbox yet?
Puhleese! Give me a Princess rotary phone any day, because I want your number to call you and say, hi. You got that right: Take a breath, and call. It would be nice to hear your voice.
Does anyone remember Ernestine the telephone operator on “Laugh In”?
Peace.
The Mouthinator.



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