We live in an age where our gadgets are like sitcom characters—beloved one season, abruptly replaced the next, despite still being perfectly functional. Your phone isn’t even two years old, yet here you are, side-eyeing the latest model because it[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We live in the most technologically advanced era in human history—where our phones can track our steps, our sleep, and even our location at all times. And yet, we still spend approximately 37% of our adult lives frantically patting ourselves[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Picture this: You pat your pocket and feel… nothing. No phone. No lifeline. Just empty fabric and the cold sweat of instant regret. Your heart stops. Your palms go clammy. You suddenly understand how a snail feels without its shell—naked,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We’ve all ghosted someone at some point, vanishing from their life like a Snapchat message with the urgency of someone who just spotted their ex at the grocery store. One day you’re texting like you’re starring in your own rom-com,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Autocorrect is like a well-meaning but overzealous assistant who just can’t resist improving your messages—often with hilarious (or disastrous) results. It’s that friend who insists they know what you’re trying to say better than you do, even when they’re spectacularly[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ah, the good ol’ days—when “going offline” meant literally walking away instead of frantically toggling half a dozen “Do Not Disturb” settings while your phone laughs at you. “Silence? In this economy?” Now? My smartwatch judges my REM cycle like[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
They say opposites attract—and in our case, my wife is attracted to nature’s beauty, while I’m busy trying to render nature’s beauty at 60fps. Picture this: Aimee’s out there living her best life—breathing fresh air, touching grass, probably befriending a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…