ZOINKS! Catastrophic failure of my main hard drive in the laptop AND complete screen freeze and quasi-bricking of my smartphone AND the wifi in our house is on the fritz… I am facing almost complete techno fail.
If it weren’t for the hand-crank on this old Model A giving my telegraph juice, and a kindly sharecropper’s family giving me copper wire for a dipole antenna over this abandoned train station, I don’t know how I could have sent you this missive.
Oh the hubris! Oh the unbridled faith I had in my gadgetry! How was I to know a few dangling electrons would have brought this whole house-a-cards tumbling down!
No more of this nanofoolery for me; no more cowering at the whim of a few light-speed transconnections. It’s back to the plow! It’s back to the pumpkins, the Atlantic Giants, the fields of self-pollinating fruit. It’s back to the tomatoes, the heirlooms, the Brandywines, the Pink Bulgarians, the Zogola and Cherokee Chocolate.
Keep your code, I’ve got cow dung, and taking orders.