Moment of technology-related cognitive dissonance today. Needed a flash drive for class... using my MP3 player for what we're doing was starting to... stress it. Which was bad. So I grabbed one when I went out shopping and... and...
... it's so tiny. I mean, I knew it was small when I got it, but it didn't really hit me until I took the thing out of its packaging. I just stood there staring at it for a bit, poking the package off and on, wondering if something was missing. It's an eight gig flash drive and it's smaller than my thumbnail. Not my thumb. Said thumb's fingernail. Well, I guess technically the thumb, too, but still. But it was just like, like. Where's the rest of it? No, that's really all of it. It's all there. It works, too. It's got more space on it than probably the combined hard drives of the first half dozen or more computers I worked with and I could probably comfortably fit it in my eye socket, if I didn't have an eye in the thing.
Technology. Eesh. I mean, it's great. But it's so... small. Now. Eetsy. Hug it and squeeze it and call it George, except that really would probably squish it into a little silicon pile of electroentrails. Which would be bad.
Ah well. Bring it on, future. Eventually one of these things will probably just be my fingernail, if I live long enough.