Had the chance to speak to a group of execs this week who are worried about, well, everything from their kids doing outrageous things on Facebook (one took a pseudonym to spy but the kid quickly figured it out) to how to load his iPod to what-the-bleep is Twitter. After some table discussion about their worst recent moment with technology, they reported back. One clever guy stood and said this (see subject line).
I didn't get to tell my worst. Daughter and I were watching TV a few weeks ago. The outrageously large number of clickers that seem to litter the TV room were unfortunately on the sofa between us. One of us, probably I, inadvertently grazed a hand over one of the aforementioned clickers. Disaster. Screen goes blank but not completely - it's a hazy blue with words in the corner that mean nothing to either of us: "Input 2." You tell me. Both of us were clueless, of course. We pressed everything in sight and then miraculously we got the channel back. But not before both of us were near tears. Which reminds me...when I got my first cell phone, I cried. Just looking at the instruction book.
