Old and Moldy

As I sit sipping highballs in my vintage underpinnings, I often feel the need to recognize and accept the fact that I'm probably trapped in the past. I have no problem with this, and I'm sure the vintage dollies who are older than I am would agree if they could open their pretty little mouths. Apparently there's this whole world of technology out there that a terminal nostalgiaphile like myself is terrified of. I think I aged myself one thousand years when I told someone that I not only don't "get" Twitter, but I don't want to. I stand by that statement. However, even I will concede to some technology, I do have an iphone after all, I'm not living in a cave. This gorgeous laptop is for all the kids out there like me who still spend their days hunting for old typewriters and rotary dial phones in their attics and basements.