Before Facebook existed, I had no idea how clever and smart and photogenic all of my friends were. I had no idea that the food you all cooked looked so delicious. I had no idea you knew how to cook and I had no idea you liked cheese tamales smothered in green goop. Who knew?
Pardon me. I'm having an old English teacher and senior moment. Last week, my daughter had to teach her nine-year-old daughter how to use my landline phone. That's right, my very capable granddaughter had no idea how to push the numeric buttons or get a dial tone.
I am a Christmas person. I don't love eggnog, but I love everything else about Christmas. We believe in Santa. And Jesus. The Santa and Jesus combo on the front lawn doesn't bother me ... I'll just put that out there. It makes me laugh but it doesn't bother me.
I feel a little badly for people who use their smartphones all the time. Not because they're missing out on 'real life' and have devolved into non-communicative, self-absorbed animatrons, but because I completely understand the need to be always distracted.
Although only 36 percent of Americans who reported that they were victims of Internet scams in 2014 were over 50, 50 percent of the recorded losses were from our age group. Americans over 50 lost $339 million last year to online scammers.
The quality of the camera that comes with new smartphones today is so good, you may be tempted to put away your stand-alone digital camera forever. And since your smartphone is always handy, you're probably taking more photos than ever -- some of them pretty impressive.
Harris, C: Stop Calling Me. You called six times on Saturday, starting at 7:00 a.m. I called you back and told you DO NOT CALL ME AGAIN. EVER. NOT INTERESTED. Did that stop you? Not at all. On Sunday you called several times. My husband picked up once to figure out who you were.
Can you blame me for not remembering my passwords? I have an Excel sheet with over 100 websites on it and at least 16 different passwords to remember. I have tried putting the important ones in a secret place on my phone. I know that's wrong. A 12-year-old could find them in two minutes.
Finally, a use for social media I can wrap my head around: If you have a consumer complaint, just put it out on Twitter. Twitter, for all intents and purposes, is the new Better Business Bureau. The ability to publicly shame a company for its bad service is a weapon in the consumer arsenal.
Am I the only one who thinks that once we're in our grave, even the most controlling of control freaks should learn to let go? That writing your own obituary misses the point? If you can't trust someone else to write your obituary, perhaps you didn't live your life the way you thought you did.
Do you remember the first time you encountered an Internet scam? Maybe it was an email scam where if you opened a suspicious email or attachment, you were susceptible to picking up a virus that could harm your computer.
Technology is changing at an incredible pace. Keeping up with tech terms can be confusing and intimidating. You run across them all the time -- reading online, listening to the news and watching TV. Instead of understanding the story, you're left scratching your head and missing the point.
My Dad gave over $6,000 away to Internet/mail/phone scammers. Even after talking with FBI and U.S. Postal Service agents regarding seniors and scams, he was convinced that friendly 'investors' who were calling him up to 20 times a day were going to give him a million dollars.