Rythmical Rants in the Anthills Upstairs

Ferbie and angry toasters

I realized today in a MicroGrade Workshop (some kind of new gradebook thingy -- to make our lives easier) that I am suffering from techophobia. I seriously am frightened of gadgets with plugs (oh, and now the plugless kinds of gadgets too-- and come to think of it, Gidget the flying nun as well). It's not that I think my toaster is going to "get me" while I'm naively sleeping comfortably under the sheets, but microwaves -- well, anything that can make chow mein out of a small furry friend in under 10 minutes, is a little frightening, wouldn't you say?