Okay already
I am the second of two children born to Celestine and Stephen. Celestine does not like to be called Celestine, since most Americans pronounce it SealSteen or CeleryStyne or Keleston. She has called herself Sally since before I can remember, which consists of most of the fifties and sixties. She calls herself Sally and would implore that you do the same if I were to give out her phone number and you called and asked.
Stephen likes to be called Steve.
Anyhoo, the first of two children born to these crazy crosscontinental babyboomers has, as the chronology implies, always been first. First to lose a tooth. First to graduate. First to drive. First to wreck.
Now: while I have always leaned towards more aesthetical pursuits (i.e., eating, watching television, producing navel lint sculptures), my brother has always been one step ahead as far as technology goes. He'd write programs on a Commodore 64 while I played on the old Atari. He'd ask for a CD player for Christmas while I played tapes for years afterwards. Digital camera? Hell, I've got a pretty good Minolta and 35mm film to spare. And who needs a DVD player when the VCR I've owned for ten years has been veddy good to me? It's not like you can record shows on one.
Continuing the trend, my brother has had a blog for going on
hell, I don't know, I'd have to look. Maybe three years. But still:
First.
Again.
Of course, he's always been right*. CDs have replaced many of my cassette tapes. My DVD library is strong and powerful. I could not live without my digital camera(s) and the ability to communicate visually and letterily over the internet.
And now,
brother,
here I am.
I certainly hope you're proud of yourself.
*about technology stuff. I have many a sibling story consisting of wrongness on his part.
Stephen likes to be called Steve.
Anyhoo, the first of two children born to these crazy crosscontinental babyboomers has, as the chronology implies, always been first. First to lose a tooth. First to graduate. First to drive. First to wreck.
Now: while I have always leaned towards more aesthetical pursuits (i.e., eating, watching television, producing navel lint sculptures), my brother has always been one step ahead as far as technology goes. He'd write programs on a Commodore 64 while I played on the old Atari. He'd ask for a CD player for Christmas while I played tapes for years afterwards. Digital camera? Hell, I've got a pretty good Minolta and 35mm film to spare. And who needs a DVD player when the VCR I've owned for ten years has been veddy good to me? It's not like you can record shows on one.
Continuing the trend, my brother has had a blog for going on
hell, I don't know, I'd have to look. Maybe three years. But still:
First.
Again.
Of course, he's always been right*. CDs have replaced many of my cassette tapes. My DVD library is strong and powerful. I could not live without my digital camera(s) and the ability to communicate visually and letterily over the internet.
And now,
brother,
here I am.
I certainly hope you're proud of yourself.
*about technology stuff. I have many a sibling story consisting of wrongness on his part.
posted by Dan at 9:10 PM
3 Comments:
I am so proud!
Of course, you do know, don't you, that you can record TV shows on a DVD now?
And what exactly is a "fundus"?
I am proud of your proudness.
I do know. The comment was caustic comedy.
You will have to ask your sister-in-law. Hers is 14.
Did you really add that last sentence after the fact? I just saw it.
And is that a threat?
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