This photo brought to you by Hal, who lets the kids play on his phone. Harumph.
Technology freaks me out. I haven't played a video game since Sonic the Hedgehog and new apps are what I have with my gyno. (As in appointments.) So. This year I'm asking Santa for more stone tablets, a new rotary telephone and some new needles for my gramophone. Also, my horse and buggy needs a detail, my mortar and pestle needs an upgrade and for the children, fresh papyrus and sealing wax. I'd also like a few mason jars of leeches for my migraines, a new pair of rope sandals for thy weary feet, some fossils, a diva cup made of leaves, a woolly dino-mammoth, etc. Thank you kindly, doth good sir.
Wait. I'm on a computer, aren't I. No! Help! Machines! My eye! And my other monocled eye!
How about you all? Are you too techy for your shirt, too techy it hurts? Or is there no tech in your champagne room. Lets talk about tech, baby. I want to tech you up. All night. Just kidding. I prefer smoke signals. Fax me. SOS.