Zombies unite

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

By Galloping Grandma

Jackson Hole, Wyoming - A young man who shall remain nameless for his own safety, recently informed me that his older sister had become a zombie. I believe he was referring to her iPhone now firmly attached to her ear. Her fingers are permanently poised for texting and her eyes rotate to the viral waves assaulting her brain. Soon, zombification will be complete.

Before I go on, let me tell you that scientists say that before long, we will be able to receive TV in our brains and will not need a set. With my luck, I will get old Bonanza reruns or Lawrence Welk.

Because of convergence, or the fact that all forms of electronics devices can be concentrated in one object, there is such ease of communication that real contact with others has been destroyed. We don’t have to see anyone, go to anyone or put up with anyone, just push a button and let them have it. We don’t even have to tell them who we are. Why call your mother when you can send her an e-mail and you won’t have to listen to her telling you what a jerk you’ve become and why didn’t you send her a birthday present? An e-mail is not a present, or so she says.

I have to admit that in “olden” times when all we had was a radio, we all sat around and watched it. I can’t imagine why, because it didn’t do anything or go anywhere. When TV came along, we all sat and watched that, but at least, we were all sitting there and didn’t have to move. The first TV set I ever saw was flat, like a tabletop, and watched in a mirror.

One of the greatest social losses is the loss of conversation. I’d say something, you’d say something, and so forth. There is no more witty discourse, no clever repartee. My own conversational skills have diminished. Now a days, my friends and I just stand around discussing our husband’s prostate problems and our latest doctor’s appointment and our husbands talk about the same stuff, maybe also fishing and sports. You know, maybe conversation deserves to die. I think I’ll go send someone a nasty e-mail and they’ll never know it’s from me. Zombies of the world arise, our time has come. JHW

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