Buttons. We have them everywhere for almost everything. Press a button and a doorbell rings. Press another and your car starts. Press this button to make a phone call. Press that button to activate your alarm. Press these three at the same time to reset your computer. Press another and nurses come running. Press the one beside that for another shot of morphine.
We have these buttons to make our lives easier. I have a remote control for my entertainment center that, with the press of a single button, turns on my TV, turns on my surround sound stereo system, turns on my cable TV tuner, sets the TV to the proper input, and sets the stereo system to the proper input, so I can watch Dr. Phil in high definition Dolby surround sound. When I’m finished, another single button on that same remote control turns it all off again.
So… buttons are good, right? I don’t know.
Just yesterday, with the accidental press of a single button, my bluetooth headset re-dialed the last number dialed on my cell phone and called my house. Nobody was home, so my answering machine recorded five minutes of my day. Then, with the press of another button, my wife listened to that slice of my day. Potentially VERY dangerous. What if, during that 300 second slice of time I was discussing something that, if taken out of context, could have been misunderstood or hurtful? (Let’s just say I could NEVER say anything negative about my wife. She is the love of my life and the picture of perfection. Right, honey?) Ok… back to my rant. What if the last number I dialed was my boss and happened to be complaining about him or a past boss when the call accidentally dialed out? What if, indeed.
I can honestly say I’ve never accidentally place a phone call back in the days of the rotary telephone.
In the past, my buttons, all of which have been designed for my convenience and safety, have unintentionally called home (several times), called others, started my car, opened the door of my car (the sliding door of our minivan and there were a stack of Christmas presents on the seat), popped my trunk, set off alarms, rang a doorbell at 3 am (another long, funny story that I will NEVER write about on this blog!), turned off a movie midway through, sent emails to the wrong people, sent emails before they were written, taken pictures and videos, muted or unmuted phones during conversation and conference calls, hung up the phone line during conversation and conference calls… the list goes on. Heck, one unintentionally pressed button even ripped one of my fingernails off.
Man… buttons really press my buttons. Have they ever pressed yours?
Donna
January 27, 2012 at 9:39 pm
You just have to be more button conscious.
kevin
February 16, 2012 at 8:33 am
No one or no thing is pushing my buttons.
I don’t know if I should be pissed or merely ticked off. What’s the complaint you say. I haven’t got one.
For the past number weeks everything seems to be going just find and there’s not a bloody thing on the go that’s irritating, aggravating or infuriating me.
Both of my girls are doing great with regards to the academics and home life (well one is at home), my wife has been keeping busy feeding me all of my favourite dishes, work is enjoyable, as it most often is, and this winter has seen a lot less snow than the norm, so that heart attack is put on the back burner. Why am I complaining. Well that’s just the case, I’m not.
I’m sure the other shoe is gonna drop fairly soon and it’s bound to be the size made for Shaq but up until that happens. . . well you know. It’s not that I like to complain and go on about nothing, it’s just that sometimes, with me, if I don’t complain or go on I sometimes get lost in everything else that’s taking place. Take Christmas for example. I am not in to the gift giving the way everyone else seems to be. My grumble for that particular season is based on me avoiding the shops and stores, while I’m emblazened with the Scrooge moniker, and I wait until it arrives and enjoy the times we get to spend with a lot of people we normally don’t see a lot throughout the year. Mind you, there are some of those people we don’t see a lot of and there’s good reason, but I digress. Although I do enjoy barking up a few trees to see what potentialy could and sometimes does fall out, I think a good growl now and then is stress relieving and theaputic, at least for me. Now the everyday growls about turning off the lights, close the fridge door and keep the doors closed during the cold winter nights, well that’s everyday but you sometimes need to let off steam. At the moment my internal combustion is temporarily shut down. I think a conspiracy is afoot or at least a cruel joke on dear old dad. But until that quadruple E size 26 slams into the parquet, I guess I’ll just sit and enjoy.
Of course I’ll be keeping plenty of losenges close by cos’, “you never know”.
Steve
February 16, 2012 at 10:43 am
OH… button it Kevin!
Shelly
February 20, 2012 at 11:37 am
About this… (another long, funny story that I will NEVER write about on this blog!)
Just so happens your sister does know this story : D
See it happened one fine early morning when Steve was in his prime… (was Steve ever in his prime???) : ) just kidding bro… i wouldn’t do such a thing…. right now.
Steve
February 20, 2012 at 3:53 pm
That’s right Sis… while it may indeed be a popular post, I’d prefer to keep that one to verbal relay!