White and Fluffy
What sort of sadistic madness possesses manufacturers to come up with these cute alien symbols for simple functions such as flash, zoom or view? Am I the only human left on the planet now? My wife understands them. My children, yes, even young David and possibly his hamster as well understands them. I glance over at my Hindu Rope Plant with suspicion, rightly fearing that even it understands.
But here I sit grumbling, thwarted and doomed to go off in search of a thousands words to describe the thick and pristine coat of fluff that greeted my old-fashioned pair of eyes this morning as soon as I got them pried open at seven o‘clock, rather than get up and go find a bipedal that is able to speak the digital language fluently, fearing perhaps that during the course of the investigation my old-fashioned heart might suddenly give out from a frightening flash of uncontrollable human-to-alien-and-back morphing that I understand, after studying many educational episodes of the X-files series and several programs of Entertainment Tonight, happens.
I could go the easy route and ask someone how this camera works and go take a picture of the fluffy scene, and I suppose that would be more wise; especially after I tried to comprehend that last sentence. Whew.
But never mind. Go look at the Weather Channel, people, and leave me alone, for it is simply beautiful outside and I refuse to budge from this chair at the moment. Plus I forgot my intended point.
And now that Rope Plant is giving me looks which I interpret as, “Go fetch me coffee, slave.”