Knowing that I’ve developed an addiction to the Apple-flavored Kool-Aid, my husband told me yesterday afternoon he’d heard one of the new, super-secret iPhones had been lost at a bar and was on the radio news.
My reaction: Why, if you live under a rock, are your dirty socks on my bedroom floor?
Then, during the lead-in to the early evening news, they mentioned that a woman convicted of negligent homicide had been sentenced. When I launched into a rant about the fact she’s only doing 6 months behind bars, he was confused. Wanted to now how I knew that when the news had just started.
Dude…Twitter. Welcome to this century.
I’m married to a man who still yells for me if he has to send an email. I program the numbers into his cellphone. In the past few months he’s begun handling his own private messages through the ATV forum we belong to and he can surf eBay, but that’s about it.
To him, “social media” means “my wife sitting around on the internet all day chatting with her friends and claiming it’s part of being an author”.
To me, “social media” means I know stuff before my husband and that’s awesome. 
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LOLOL!!! So true! I learn all sorts of things before my hubby, too. And he’s exactly the same way. “Honey, how do I get the icons at the top of my Outlook?” You mean the email program you’ve been using for about 8 years? Sigh.
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Via Twitter, I knew my husband had made his connecting flight in Denver today, even though his flight there arrived late and cut his time to make the connection. (And I knew his flight landed late because online flight status told me so.) Living in the future is pretty damn cool.
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My husband uses the internet for news, email and research. But. He can’t copy and paste…
(I think he does what he WANTS to do and yells for me to do the stuff he finds dull.)
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Annmarie, I think that’s the secret.
My husband derides all things social media. He grouses that all I do is “play games.” If he got a FB account, it would be a sign of the impending apocalypse, yet he takes over the Lexulous screen and directs my every keystroke in the guise of “helping” me. (His answer to my every complaint about him is to assume a hurt look and respond either, “I was only trying to help” or an angry, “I’m tired and in pain.” (depending upon the situation) In spite of all that, he does have redeemable qualities that make him worth keeping around (I suspect most of you have a similar situation with varying redeemable qualities).
He uses Lotus Smartsuite to produce a semi-monthly international newsletter to kerosene lantern collectors (averages 110 subscribers annually), and he does it very well. He checks news at MSNBC, handles email (after I’ve set it up for him so all he has to do is open Outlook Express), participates in eBay, participates in a Yahoo Group for Vietnam Era Jeep Trailers, and does research. He screams at the computer whenever it doesn’t do what he wants and blames me for messing everything up if I try to help him fix it. (I think this is why men get married — it gives them someone to blame when life isn’t as they expect it.)
Sometimes he gets a jump on me on news, but Twitter is an excellent source, so it’s rare. He gets up an hour or two before me, and that’s when he spends most of his time on the computer, so he’ll usually get what’s happened overnight before me.
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(I think this is why men get married — it gives them someone to blame when life isn’t as they expect it.)
I think that’s exactly right.
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This made me laugh out loud… sounds like my life!