Tradition Meets Tech Lover Pillows

"I thought I'd go digital this year."

"You may now kiss the bride..."

"Mommy, look! Tablets from olden days!"

My url is: http:/how:/um:/powwow.co.chiese.html.

Unicorn in the Woods

"Christmas pudcast"

". . . and what is the user name of this child?"

Robot Creating Art In Binary Code.

'Apparently the poor love's walkman is broken.'

TV Repair 101.

'It's my favorite Christmas gift - a wireless computer mouse that looks just like my old fountain pen!'

'The key to inner peace? A land line.'

RunningBear@Arrowhead.com.

'We'll put our horses in 'Do Not Track' mode by going through this stream bed.'

"No, drones will never replace us because they lack our hunting instinct and majestic bearing."

"There is no power button, it's a Bible."

"We haven't drifted apart, just be honest, you've changed!!'

'I like getting my news online, but I miss annoying people with excessive, newspaper rustling noises.'

'Hello Cynthia, it's me...I thought I'd phone for a natter, Gerald's fallen asleep in front of the TV...trying to program the video.'

"...and I'm saying we would've been here a lot quicker if we had used the SatNav rather than follow that stupid star."

"Do you think there might be a bitcoin in it?"

Robot and Radio

"What's a phone book?"

"They're prototypes. Eventually they'll be touchscreen."

Thankyou for choosing our automated service - for venial sins, press one...'

'Couldn't you just text these to me?'

General Store Modernises

'I though I'd developed tinnitus, then I remembered we still have a landline.'

Texting Monks.

"No, it's not a sinkhole. My old computer tower was so big and heavy, I dropped it."

Go to meeting, Zoom, remote learning, embeddable video, skypting. . . and you still haven't mastered your VCR.