As someone who reads a lot I feel like I should want one of these. Part of me does I suppose. I see them in my email, shaking their asses at me, trying to lead me forward into temptation. I see them at the store, with their cute little cases, calling to me to come take a look. "You're not a real book you evil thing!" Look away quickly. Go to the REAL books. But are they so evil? Having any book at my finger tips without having to drive out to the store or wait on a list at the library? Excellent. The fact that it's not really a book I'm getting? Not so excellent. I love the weight of a book in my hands. I love the pages. The smell. I know I can read books on screen. I do it all the time at work. So small of a screen might irritate me though and well... i'd probably just be wishing for a real book. But I could carry so many at once! Why are we so obsessed with instant gratification? Are we going to be the last generation holding on to our REAL books screaming "You kids just don't understand! Back in my day we read REAL books. We threw them at the heads of our lovers when we were fighting. We laid them next to us in sleep. We used them as little tables for our lunches. Can your little whatchamacallit handle a ketchup spill or a near tumble in the bathtub?! Oh I think not." Do you think so? If even we can be tempted where is the hope for REAL books? Like little people on our shelves. Sure, we'd never abandon them fully but they would lose a little of our attention. Yet the words are the same, are they not? C'mon guys... It's just so instant! This all ties in to the rising divorce rate, I'll have you know. We're not just talking books here. This is srs businz.
Matt says I should stick to the real thing and get a flip cam. We're just going to go ahead and put his reasoning aside because I know I know what it is (no.) and say yes I do enjoy filming anything and everything.
I want too many things. Good thing I don't buy any of them.
