Well, we can't ask Scotty to beam us up yet. Orson Scott Card: How 'Friend' Became a Verb
A lot has happened, though. I threw out the encyclopedias a long time ago, records are a distant memory with CDs not far behind.
I'm more worried about internet viruses than the human kind and will we all start talking like our tweets in a few years?
It may sound like Klingon to me.
My dear old dad refused the internet and still wrote letters. That was a fine art. I have the feeling, though, if my mom had lived longer she would have gotten on board. She was a fan of C.S. Lewis from way back.
Eventually this blog may grow old but right now, for me, it's a path to understanding.
And what's not happening now I can always dream about.