back in the old days, we didn’t have microwaves. ok, i’m talking about a long, long time ago here, my parents were early adopters of the technology, and we had one in the house (an amana radarrange) by about 1970. of course, they were slower back then, and for a long time not much was microwavable, so all the while there was progress, increases in speed and usefulness, until it plateaued out a few years back.
now, i do remember when you had to bake tv dinners in the oven (and they sucked anyway). i remember things taking a long time. yet these days, when i pop a budget gourmet in this little 900 watt number and punch in three minutes, i feel impatient, waiting. i find myself thinking, isn’t it done yet?
but this isn’t all. now, i remember dial-up. that was really recent, not even a year ago i made the switch to dsl. and for a good chunk of time, i would marvel each time a page would load, each time i downloaded a big file — ooh! it’s so fast!
and that’s worn off. and now, i’ll click a link and in the ensuing (not very many) seconds, find myself thinking, sheesh, what’s taking so damn long!
i hate sounding so spoiled and whiny, especially to anyone still on dialup, suffering those horrible wait times that i can’t even imagine now, but honestly, it’s some sort of disorder i have, this absolute absence of patience. it’s not that i don’t wanna wait, it’s that i can’t, not without feeling extreme frustration. even anger.
i think i need T1 or T3 or something. and one of those replicator thingys like on the newer star treks.