SNAP!

There is nothing worse than hearing this sound coming from downstairs, where the Captain has set mousetraps in the garage. And knowing that there's a cute little gray critter down there, (hopefully) with its neck broken - or worse, still alive. ;_; I gather that the last straw, for the Cap'n, was when they started building nests in the exhaust pipes of the car whenever it was left in the garage... at any rate, trapping has commenced.

I feel better knowing that they won't go to waste, though. accipiter, do you want 'em fresh (I think there are three, today), or should I freeze them and bring them to you in batches?

I have Techno-Joy!

Today I went to the grocery store.

With my iPod in my back pocket, cranked up so that I did not have to hear other people talking.

I bagged some fruit, and put it on the scale that measures weight so I could print out my own label for it, without an employee's help.

Then I went to the U-Scan check-out, where I purchased my groceries with a credit card, and did not have to TALK to another person.

And in fact, when I went to the cashier's station to sign my credit receipt, the employee had left it out and walked away, so I did not even have to SEE another person.

Then I got in my car and drove home. Without giving a ride to another person.

Isolationist? Our society? Hell, yeah.

God, I love the age of electronics.



...On the other hand, I have the vague feeling that Kroger just made me do a bunch of its work for it. There's something sneaky about giving us the option to check out our own groceries, and whenever I watch Terminator or The Matrix I begin to think how much human labor we're blithely handing over to the machines who are apparently fated to rule the future. But since the U-Scan machines have been around long enough to weed out the folks who're afraid to try and learn the mechanism (read: Follow the instructions) it's a lot faster than standing in line for a cashier.

And I DID NOT BREAK any of these electronics today. Go, me.