Tech-connected Companion Prints

Drinking Together on Social Media

"The GPS works great, we have satellite TV installed, the Sirius stereo sounds fantastic and our every move is tracked by Qualcomm. But could you turn around? I left me iphone at the house. . ."

'Alas, poor Yorick, I knew you well. But dude, you're creeping me out, so I gotta un-friend you!'

Mac OS 20

"Would you like to keep eighty-seven tabs open?"

'Now Featuring Gas-Fired Microwave Campfires!'

'So much for your new Satnav!'

I no longer migrate. It's easier to just telecommute.

'I bought him to retrieve my e-mails.'

"G.P.S. FOR GUYS"

Travellers with a developer: 'I see ski slopes.'

"I've tracked our GPS coordinates over the past week dad. Well, we're roaming the plains alright!"

"Who can we call?"

'I thought that 'remote gizmo' was just for manoeuvring the caravan down the drive!'

"Never mind the sea, does it get wi-fi?"

"Wouldn't it be easier to have sat nav fitted?"

"The wifi password? Of course Madame, it's 'Ilove100boobies69'."

'The problem with migrating is that the roaming charges for my mobile phone are enormous...'

"I'll put this device onto flight mode when you put this plane onto flight mode."

"Excuse me, dear...the rickshaw phone...."

Darn it - Every time I try to text, my smart car pulls to the side of the road.

Caution, Student Self-Driver

"The Bluetooth Special comes with a side order of Wi-Fi."

GPS, satellite dish, cell phone...nature awaits. All right, Pop. Nature awaits!

Modern camping

Pretty Soon: Robot pets won't provide the valuable life lessons flesh pets did.

The password: "C'mon everybody try to remember!"

'I think its being tapped.'

"You were right, dear. This place is a surfer's paradise. The wi-fi connection is fantastic!"

Migration Music

"Hang on - I've got an app for this. . ."

"I'm so glad you've agreed to see Paris with me."

"My phone won't fold but the manufacturer did."

I'm bored and broke. My gadgets seem old and outdated. I can't buy anything new. I can't work because the economy stinks. I'll just die of boredom. Hold on. Surely you can think of some other exciting and self-destructive activity to distract you from facing your real problems. Ooh, my inside voice has an idea. What's Darlene up to?

"I suppose the spent 40 years in the wilderness because Sat Navs hadn't been invented?"