I am not hip. I know it. I get it. I thought “What Does the Fox Say” was the dumbest thing I’d ever seen. My son fell in love with it before it went viral. He thought it was hilarious, a work of genius. Just this weekend I discovered the “Watch Me Whip, Ne Ne, Superman” phenomenon. Did you know there is a dance move called the “Stanky Leg?” Really?! There are dozens of how-to Youtube videos dedicated to this masterpiece. Did you know its been “cool” for months? I did not know this. My 9 year old’s entire baseball team was dancing to it all weekend. I feel horribly out of touch.
I learned how to Skype three weeks ago. I’m not kidding. I’ve never done it because I couldn’t. figure. it. out. Seriously. I had the chance to visit face to face with a friend who lives in London, now, and he pointed out that even if we can’t visit we can still see each other. I was shocked! I said no way, I’ll never be able to put that complicated piece of technology on my phone. He took my device and had it going in under 3 minutes. My husband just shook his head as if to say, “Do you see what I have to live with here?”
I couldn’t set up my own blog. Two of my friends, who are amazing at things I couldn’t even begin to attempt, did all the work on setting this up. I’ve tried to learn it, but I’m facing the obvious truth that anything besides the writing on this site will have to be contracted out.
So, what is my point? I don’t even have one. I’m just walking around my house in a stupor asking people to watch me Ne Ne. Ridiculous. I have high hopes to learn how to sync my iPod this week. Wish me luck!