We’re All Just One Charge Away

Magical, spiritual crystals.
Magical, spiritual crystals.

No doubt, with progress, comes situations that the Geeky inventors, are helpless and hopeless to anticipateIn a Geek’s world, logic prevails…while for the rest of mankind, it is part logic, part magic, part spiritual and the rest just falls out into various vexations that we saw coming, but had no way to control.

Like ‘in the day’ everything was plug it in, plug it in from home appliances, to entertainment equipment.  Oh, sure, if you wanted to take say, first your transistor, later your boom box to the beach party, you brought along batteries…a lot of batteries….Now it is a ‘no go’ in the Nanny State Western World where there are laws prohibiting breaking the sound barrier…with hefty fines…maybe even jail time for offenders…go figure.

I bet you got one too...
I bet you got one too…

Today, it is still all about plug it in …to a charge station. It seems like every member of the house needs at least one super-duper power bar, with six to eight plug units, with an extra bar set up for general family use…that much-needed carbon monoxide monitor (the smoke detector still uses batteries)…and the Family GPS, (Global Positioning System) used frequently because does anyone really know where they are going?  The GPS is fun because you can tease it by not going in the direction it suggests…then listen to Recalculating, Recalculating… Just don’t follow it verbatim when it directs you to the middle of a lake…after all…it is artificial intelligence.

Now you know what the individual power bar for each family member charges…because we each have our own cell phone that requires daily top ups from all the downloads, necessary to keep us entertained 24/7.  Then we need space for charging the IPad, since the bigger screen streams better videos and shows as well as the digital news (no wonder the newspapers are going bankrupt).  There is the digital camera we use and…. Let’s not forget we have to charge the toothbrush.  We need a couple of spots for when a friend drops by and has to top up their equipment….sounds marvelous, clap on the back smarttill you meet Diva Calico Gen.

Still the latest, greatest scratch your head and roll your eyes…the EV (Electric Vehicle) wherein it takes hours to recharge…definitely only for the upwardly mobile who have a garage full of cars to use while the EV is in Charge Mode….and do you get your own station or abandon your EV at a community charge centre and walk homeall scary stuff  way beyond my pay grade to ponder.

Gen shows her pretty white belly with a black belt separating the north from the south, the splotches of various colors weaving a map in her rich fur.
Gen….looks like trouble to me.

And how will the Diva Calico Gens of the world react? Have the Geeks considered that aspect….ya think?

Now Jakita, the Ultimate Earth Dog would never lower herself to chew wires (although Kleenex are still fair game)…in her puppy days, she was a chewaholic but she went to Chewaholic Anonymous so that passed…Bad Boy Andy has no interest, not a Geek, bigger fish to fry (if he can find them)….and Charlie, Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte refuses to be bad…but for Diva Calico Gen, life is a relentless pursuit of self entertainment .  She methodically whips, then chews all wires, in every charging station because apparently…kitties just want to have fun….and duh, you can buy new ones…good for the economyoh, and it is a challenge for Geeks to rethink their game plan  ….so it is all good, right?

Honest Engine...True.
I am depending on you, Geeks.

 

So give it some thought, Geeks. There surely is a solution for every problem that in turn will create another conundrum….just keep in mind  Diva Calico Gen…(maybe 14 years old but has the wherewithal of a kitten), she lives to one up you, with sharp incisor teeth,  a bat of her paw,  and a sweet and innocent Cheshire grin…it’s always game on, Geeks.

We’re all just one charge away…No Superman to save the day….Use friends stations  if you may….We’re all just one charge away. …..from Chaos!                  (Paraphrase Charlie Puth)