Skype Calls, Buffaloes and Apartment L

So, I had a little video chat tonight with some blood relatives.

I shan't say exactly with whom,

And in a minute you may understand why.

As I live on one side of the country

And talk to people on the other side of the country,

I marvel at the blessings of  Skype satellites that so effectively connect us from millions of light years away.

At least my pixelated face made it feel like I was being connected from a million light years away.

Shoot, with the privatization of the space program, it's only a matter of time before we'll all be making Skype calls whilst en route to Mars.

So, we better all get used to communicating with pixelated faces.

Or, as one blood relative put it tonight, faces looking like a bunch of little colored boxes.

But, in my stalling to avoid digging deep into the theories supporting technostructural interventions

(Thank you Org. Dev. for giving me a solid reason to cling to social media tonight),

I have to just comment on a number of reasons why I like my blood relatives:

1.  Because they tell it like it is:  My face looks like a bunch of colored boxes
2.  Because the web camera is usually being fogged up by someone's nostril which he or she feels needs our closest scrutiny
3.  Because, just because my apartment door says so, they think they can tell me to go to 'L'
4.  Because nicknames are a rite of passage, and if you're really lucky, your gifted moniker, Buffalo Bonkers, eventually becomes Aunt FloBo (so let it be written, so let it be done)
5.  Because it's our motto to be serious about nothing, and we take that seriously

Skype calls always bring me back to my roots.