Anyhow, last night I was sitting at my PC, more a 21st century version of the fireplace than of a huge mahogany desk, minding everybody's business, talking (for free) on my Skype headset with a friend in London. The phone (now and henceforth renamed the "land line") rang. It was my son Prowesslessnesslessness in Florida, asking for an immediate videochat, which we do with our webcams via Yahoo Messenger with Voice. It had to be immediate, because Little Bear was awake and in a Good Mood, which happens often enough, but not often during my waking hours. P doesn't use Skype because we haven't found a
As the videochat progressed, my cellphone rang...so I took a break to answer it, because I could see on the callerID that it was Little Bear's Mother's brother (Family Karma) calling; I thought maybe he wanted to conference chat. It turned out he did want some consultation on how to get his Yahoo Messenger to work with voice, having earlier completed a video-only chat with Little Bear and her family. I suspect his situation is hopeless (temporarily?), because he uses a MacIntosh, while we are merrily waving and chatting on Windows platforms, and told him this sad news. Having fielded his call and returned to a limited pantomime for my granddaughter (she's 15 months old, and vocal but just on the brink of verbal), I ignored the next ringing of my land line. Enough is enough! The scene changed from Hollywood mogul's desk to Ernestine's switchboard - remember Ernestine, the wonderful Lily Tomlin telephone operator character..."Have I reached the party to whom I am speaking?" (Lily, was it you calling me at 10:30 last night?) (Boy, I am I font of entertainment memories!)
After all the family visiting was over, I sat for a moment, contemplating the array of communication devices and channels sitting on my home desk. So much power! So little influence! Samuel Goldwyn, where are you now?