I called her a technology drone. She called me The White-Out Queen. I suppose we'll patch this up some day. I like machines I can pound on and swear at to get them to work. I keep a sledge-hammer on my desk as an optional threat, but I've only had to use it once.
Typewriters respond to the tough-love method of discipline.
Computers just crash. I will admit, I am occasionally tempted by the Technology Devil. But we Innocents of a brave, old world are experts at living life on the edge. Safety nets and backup are for glassy-eyed slaves of guaranteed predictability. Now, I am going to make a prediction.