After thinking it over this year, and considering between an iPod Holo, and an extra Petabyte of storage in my noggin, I went for the good old fashioned Neo-Underoos. The ones where you take on the powers of the superhero you’re wearing that night. At least in your dreams. Some subatomic nanotechnobabblography. I don’t know. What I’m trying to say is that I’m the dreamy type. Give me tangible hardware, graphics that go vroom, the hum of the room surrounds me. I go dizzy and faint at the very sight of an LED flat-screen. It makes me woozy to think of those flickering circuit boards, even though I get the mem-ads flashed at me every day.
It’s hard to resist. Not that I feel like there’s some kind of resistance to the overflow of technology. There isn’t some Luddite warfare going on. Some kind of terrorism where you click a button - everybody clicks a button - and PayPal goes down burning. Wait, maybe it is sort of something like that. But all the more reason for me to wish for no technojumble this Christmas. The greatest gift of all will be finding a nest for my wife, our approaching hatchling and me. The Underoos would be nice, but they’re not a necessity. This year, there will be plenty of heroic deeds to do in the real world.