Admittedly, I’m a technological immigrant. Further, I’m technologically challenged. I belong in a special class with any 10-year-old teacher. Even five-year-olds today, know more than me. My daughters and the school board folk have drug me into this new arena, and I know just enough to be dangerous. While I enjoy that the world is now just one arrow key away and adore my cell phone convenience, I abhor “auto correct” and the feature of speaking rather than typing. Lord knows, I sent far too many incoherent messages and emails. A heinous crime, when the author is an English major!
On the other hand, I laugh uproariously when I receive one of these messages. This week I received the following:
Hmm. A large cicada, which looks like a desert tortoise. I was engulfed in laughter. A family pet? Even funnier. Did they clip its wings so it wouldn’t fly off?
Really? I see no likeness in the least. Yet, I was sad I have no artistic talent. Can you imagine the joy of creating such a creature? I bet Dr. Seuss would have drawn and made millions on this hybrid character.
My neighbor and I had several hilarious conversations discussing the email. We concluded the sender must be whacked. Twas, not the case. Damnable auto correct was at fault. Behold the sulcata tortoise.