Wed-tech Lover Prints

'Ladies and Gentlemen, you may now text Annabell and Huey together.'

"Actually, she's just a figurehead boss. Our real CEO is an algorithm floating around somewhere in the cloud!"

"You created a robot to do your homework for you? Apparently, laziness is the mother of invention."

"String ... you mean it doesn't have a remote controller to operate it?"

'I guess mother and baby are doing fine. She's already sending out selfies.'

"My online account predicts the things I should own, then buys them with my credit card. It�s very convenient, but I do now need to move to a larger house."

"I give up. Where's the power button?"

"And now, Marla and Dave will text their own vows."

'Bring out yer books!'

The Selfie

"Looking at you, the moon and beyond, don't you think we could start a blog?"

"Those new coffee drones are really starting to get on my nerves."

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

"I got a swiss army hook!"

"Careful. That house has a taser."

"Wanna toss the ol' virtual pigskin?"

'This computer has a fast modem, the latest Pentium, increased RAM, a huge hard drive and broadband connections. Only one problem...slow pointer fingers.'

'From an aesthetic perspective, it has heart, beauty and intrigue, but is it a viable process design?'

Whistler's Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandson

"After a long day at the office writing business software...Bob loves to relax writing game software."

"How sweet, you texted me. . . I love you too!"

'My new cellphone has a 'self-help' program...'

'This is suppose to be progress.'

'I love this street...it's so real man...'

"Isn't there an app for this?"

'It doesn't do anything, it's just a very pleasing shape!'

"If anyone has googled reasons that these two should not be married..."

"You'll have to excuse my Stuart. He's just showing off his new drill.

"This isn't Dublin. It's not even Ireland. Repeat after me, dear: 'I'll never buy a second-hand sat nav as a bargain again.'"