Imported Poems

Ya know, I resisted technology as long as humanly possible. Even in college (when we were required to use Wordperfect for our papers) I handwrote everything out and only then would type it.

But, after years of opposing the massive onslaught of intrusive gagets, I have finally succumbed to the pressure and can now come out of the closet.

I am...a technology whore.

I'm sitting here with my new IPOD (yay!), computer, digital camera and cell phone, wondering what other nifty devices I can add to my collection of electronics-that-perform-some-vital-service. I think I am missing a video recorder (and I only say that because my digital camera can only save 15 seconds) and some IPOD/computer speakers and that's it.

Anywho, me and my technology prostituting self recorded 15 sec of me dancing. Back in the day I was the dancing queen - even was invited to participate in a dance show on TV. We'd meet on Wed(?) nights, record for an hour, then the show would air Sat.

I published the video on my MySpace if you wanna see it. Nothing exciting, btw. Just me shaking the booty - LMAO.

You'll have to pause The Hives to hear the video:

http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=663 26540