I don't know how people did this before they got wired. Thanks to the net, I can sit here in my giant (if ancient and battered) overstuffed white chair, with my broken foot on a pile of pillows, and my craptop on my lap, drinking gingerale and eating pain pills, and run my classes my remote; I can edit stories via the net and wing them out to various States in the Union and countries all over the world; I can write my short stories and work on my novel; I can check up on the blogosphere and monitor the weather and the situation in Wisconsin; I can edit the proofs of my soon-to-be-released novel (and how fucking cool is that, I cannot even tell you); I can holler at Dr. Skullto bring me more ginger ale and more tea (and sometimes he will even do it) -- none of this except the last two would have been possible, or possible with such ease and speed, fifteen years ago.
Fifteen years ago, I would have been locked in a room with a huge cast and some library books, I guess, reduced to smacking the cat* with my crutches, grumpily cut off from everything, waiting for the mail -- remember mail? -- to bring me bits of data from the outside world.
I still want my flying car, mind you. But the future is cool.
*The cat loves me now that I'm injured. All she wants to do is sit on me and purr. WTF?
This is the blog of Kelly Jennings, science fiction writer.
This truly is the Jetsons age is it not? This "series if tubes" we have is far more that I dreamed that the future would be 'way more than a half century ago.
ReplyDeleteOK, so we do not have flying cars and summer outings to the moon. But much technology can be of great benefit. My sister-in-law is a mobility therapist. The things she describes are really neat.
"I still want my flying car..." - me too until I consider traffic jams in 3D!!!