Something fantabulous happened to my girlfriend.
I don’t even know what it is.
I know she’s been on hold in more than one life strata, so regardless of whatever just went through, I’m super excited for her.
She sent out a brief little message with a handful of words and a bucket of emoticons, to which other girlfriends are replying with additional flurries of little symbols and stickers, and all I could manage was a word (“Congratulations!”) followed with a colon (:) and a right-hand parenthesis ()).
That makes a pathetic little smiley face.
But I feel in the loop.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I never took a crash course in ESL (Emoticons as a Second Language) but I should have, as my own kids (the under 20s but not my over 20s) are fluent.
They can have entire conversations in texting that contain zero actual words.
And rule the world thereby, I assume.
My phone gives me a selection of pre-made “smileys”.
Next to each one is a helpful hint as to what each one conveys.
;^) is “winking”. Simple enough.
But if I put my “foot in mouth” :-! over a “kissing” :-* incident and need to have “my lips sealed”, :-X, these little guys are here to help.
I am both o_O and :-[.
Frankly, parents, you should have seen the “new math” coming.
I’ve had my Mac Air for a year now. I have wanted to throw it out the window more than once because it doesn’t behave the way my old PC did. Like every piece of technology over the last ten years, by the time I figured out the basics, it was time to ‘upgrade’ to a new unknown.
It’s like I went to do the dishes one night, and when I got back to my desk, I could no longer use disks to back-up the photos made from film that I scanned into my laptop files that were no longer compatible with my photo program and now Great Aunt Bessie’s wedding photo is as six-feet-under as she is.
Oh, it’s in there somewhere.
We’ll just never be able to see it.
My gravy, life’s too short.
I watch everyone emailing and Facebooking all the day long and smothering their words with little thumbs-up and saxophones and puppies and cakes and hands-in-the-air-like-they-just-don’t-care.
And, ya’all…some of them are animated.
I have emoticon envy.
But from my barcalounger.
I wonder what happened to my girlfriend?
I could ask my 14 year old to interpret, but that’s just wrong.
I could call her by actual telephone and hold an actual conversation.
I presume she still speaks the mother tongue.
But we all know, no one uses that archaic device.
I could order flowers over the internet. I’m sure there’s an app for that.
I’ll attach a virtual card that says,