Things That Make Me Pee on Myself with Delight

Well, OK, maybe not literally. Although it’s just a matter of time, what with the squealing and jumping up and down. My friend Gabriel was right:  this stuff DOES make me squeal. Or, usually, go, “Oh. My. Goodness.” I can’t even cuss, I’m so fucking speechless.
I’m talking about the phone, of course. I know, I know:  there’s nothing more tedious than some new, wet-behind-the-ears iPhone user waxing rhapsodic over this piece of technology that every Geek worth her/his salt has had for—what is it now? Three years? Four? Forever?
But let me tell you, when I stood out in my backyard and said, into the phone, “Barnes and Noble,” and it took me to a page with the local address, the mileage, the phone number, etc., yeah:  I squealed.
Or when I was sitting here listening to the music on this blog (and I do listen to it all the time, because it’s music I really like (well, yeah, some of it’s country, for my husband), and I can turn it on and have it play for a couple hours, hearing all kinds of stuff—when I was sitting here listening to it and pressed Shazam, and it listened to the music, analyzed the music, then told me the name and the artist and showed me the album cover and gave me a link so I could buy it if I wanted to. Squealing. Again.
I’m easily impressed by cool technology. I am not a technology geek (and isn’t that a total surprise, really?), so it’s all completely baffling to me, which means it’s all also totally cool.
The other coolest thing (and this will prove to you what a sheltered life I do, indeed, live) is the charger docking station I got. I got the smallest one, with no clock, no nothing. I plugged it in and docked the phone and went to Pandora and was listening to the music, thinking, “Well, it still sounds pretty tinny, but I guess that’s OK.” And I was dicking around with the tiny little remote, and I realized I hadn’t actually turned on the speakers. Duh. When I did, the sound was amazing.
You want more proof? When we switched the SIM card on my phone, we asked about putting The EGE’s in my old phone, since it’s a slightly better cheap (i.e., free) phone. And Nacho says, “Yeah, plus yours has an MP3 player in it.”
I’m like, “?” I’ve had this phone for two years and didn’t have a clue.
So there you go:  easily impressed. And completely clueless.
And now I guess I’d better go start packing.