It’s a new lingo. ‘Splain it to me, Lucy~~~*
Just the other day I asked a techie how the word "cookies" came to be the tracking inserted by websites, as opposed to the things we make and bake with flour and sugar and spice. Techie didn't know, but launched a long explanation that was full of yet more Computerese.
Language is a flexible thing, never set in stone. Volumes of interpretation followed even the Ten Commandments, the original of which were set in stone. It’s a moving thing. And that’s good, because so is life.
But things have been moving so fast, and faster, that the temptation to get off the bus and unplug is growing. I'm getting tired of feeling like an idiot instead of the wise old crone I imagine myself becoming someday.
Few things are more unattractive than trying to pretend to be hip and with-it when your bones are creaking and your mental screws are showing hints of rust. I prefer those who respect their age and time. But this means being left out of the conversation.
Or maybe we can have our own? Let the rapid-rollers feel left out, for once.
Ok, maybe looking back won't do it. Those days had their issues.
No solutions here, just a mini-rant followed by a sigh. Got to go and click some likes, and then link this post to a tweet.