Luddites Unite!

The other day my friend accused me of being "anti-technology." This was an unfounded claim.

Just because I may have fit in well with 17th century mill burners doesn’t mean I’m out to destroy Microsoft.
And, yeah, so I’ve lived in Amish country. But that’s only because I like beards and handmade furniture.

I also pointed out the existence of this blog as evidence in my favor. He seemed to think this was merely an ironic twist in my personality and not actual proof.

Me: I love technology!
Him: Lies, all lies.
Me: Yeah, you’re right. You found me out. Damn Eli Whitney. The cotton gin was the worst thing that ever happened to America.

Which just goes to prove two inescapable and universal truths:

1) Although you may like to have sex on the kitchen floor, people will still accuse you of being a prude.
2) I will be WAY better off than most of our technologically dependent citizens when the Artificial Intelligence takeover happens. Good luck, suckers.