Savvy?!

I have always thought myself more technically inclined. I have always been able to "save the day", as it were, by switching the television to the DVD setting for my parents. I have often come to the aid of my poor father; after watching him struggle for a good twenty minutes with the DVR, as he so desperately tries to recieve the basketball game he had so successfully set to record earlier that afternoon. It is not until he has begun to sweat, removed his glasses, and fervently rubs his temples while muttering a stream of profanity that even the most vulgur reality show would be forced to bleep out, that I interveen. I have always taken great joy in taking ballet-like strides over to the fraught parent and with a sigh, grab the forlorn object (most usually a remote of some sort), and with a flit of the fingers, I fix the problem. The problem is usually my parents; there is nothing wrong with the television.
I have, on one occasion, been tracked down at a party. I remember rushing to the phone, thinking the absolute worse that my imagination could muster. Picturing my mother in a body-cast, I tentatively picked up the receiver and meekly uttered, "Hello?"
"It's Mom. We've been trying to get ahold of you for nearly an hour!"
"Oh my God, what's wrong?" I answer, my voice raising a decibel with every word.
"Your dad and I have been trying to watch this dvd on Gordon Lightfoot for the past hour and we can't get the player to work!"
The breath escapes from my lungs like air out of a whoopee cushion. "You've got to be kidding me."
"No I'm not kidding you! All we wanted to do is sit down and enjoy our meal. Your dad's been doing yard-work all day and all that he asks is for a little sit-down time and a beer. Is that so much to ask?"
I had a distinct feeling this conversation was veering off course. I heaved another sigh, speaking over the continued saga of what has been my parents' day. "Mom! Mom? Are you looking at the television?"
"For God's sake, yes I'm looking at the t.v.!"
"Ok, turn the channel to 3 and then press the button on the DVD player that says 'Power'."
"Oh will you look at that."

And so it goes. My life has been a series of technilogical feats. It's really amazing if you think about it. For an entire lifetime, I have been led to believe that I was an undiscovered genius. But alas, it was just the ridiculous lack of technilogical sense that humored me until this point in my life. For it is now that the machine is smarter than the girl. I have just purchased a new cell phone. Apparently, my old cell phone was an ameba in comparision with the device before me. I have purchased a Blackberry, ladies and gentlemen. And it is obvious who is more intelligent. My phone has a test to practice texting. I am taking a typing class for my phone. Doesn't that seem a bit ridiculous? I think so! So I apologize profusely if your upcoming texts from me seem more like mutterings from an illiderate than the musings of an intellect. I'm still learning how to turn the damn thing off. The thing keeps chirping and I think it's laughing at me.