Monday Morning Humor: These Male Tech Giants Don't Hold Water to This Hollywood Female Icon!

In lieu of my typical Monday Morning History post, today I’ll share a Monday Morning History post in honor of Women's History Month!

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In lieu of my typical Monday Morning History post, today I’ll share a Monday Morning History post in honor of Women's History Month! 🛜

While the founders of Twitter, Facebook, and Apple have certainly etched their names in the annals of tech history, it was Lamarr, with her self-taught genius and an invention born amidst the turmoil of World War II, who laid the groundwork for today's WiFi technology with her frequency-hopping spread spectrum. So, as we scroll, swipe, and tweet our way through Women's History Month, let's tip our virtual hats to Hedy, whose star-studded legacy is not just framed in celluloid, but also invisibly entwined in the very airwaves that connect us all.

Monday Morning Humor:  Cleaning up the archeological find of mouse trackballs!

Granted using a mouse with track ball was not 30000 years ago but it does seem like an eternity. 🤣

You know you're getting old when you start reminiscing about the "good old days" of mouse maintenance. It's like we're talking about ancient artifacts from a time long past, and I half-expect archaeologists to come dig up old trackballs in the future.

Back then, we thought we were on the cutting edge of technology, but looking back, it feels like we were just playing with primitive gadgets compared to the sleek and smart devices we have today. I mean, who even needs a trackball anymore when you've got gesture-controlled mice that one day soon will probably predict your thoughts before you even think them?

I can't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and relief that we've moved on from those mouse trackball ordeals. It's like being part of a secret society where only those who survived the cleaning ritual can share in the humor and the camaraderie of those moments. Younger generations may never know the satisfaction of conquering a stubborn trackball, cleaning out the lint, and the joy of a revived mouse.

As I laugh at the memory, I realize that technology marches on at lightning speed. And while I may sometimes feel like a relic from the past, I also appreciate how far we've come. Gone are the days of spending time cleaning a simple input device. Now, we have voice-activated AI assistants, virtual reality, and who knows what else the future holds?

So, to all my fellow tech enthusiasts who remember the mouse trackball era, let's raise our cups of coffee (or tea) and toast to the good times we had—disassembling, cleaning, and reassembling those quirky little devices. Let's embrace our inner tech historians, regaling the younger ones with tales of the bygone days when computers were slower, the internet was dial-up, and cleaning a mouse trackball was a rite of passage.

And to the newer generation, as you scroll effortlessly with your sleek wireless mice and touchpads, spare a thought for us old souls who have seen the tech world evolve. While we may feel a tad ancient, we're also the ones who laid the foundation for the tech-driven society we enjoy today. After all, who knows what other tech marvels await us in the years to come? Cheers to the past, the present, and the tech-filled future!

Happy Lawyering!

Monday Morning Humor: A Blast from the (Colorful) Past: An Encounter with an iMac G3.

A Humorous Fictional Story of My Encounter:

Ah, the State of Iowa Historical Building. A place where history comes alive, and you can walk through the ages. From dusty relics to ancient artifacts, it's a treasure trove of nostalgia. And speaking of nostalgia, let me tell you about the time I stumbled upon an iMac G3 nestled amidst the historical wonders. Boy, did that throw me into a time warp!

As I strolled through the dimly lit halls, admiring the exhibits and trying to impress my friends with my nonexistent historical knowledge, I stumbled upon a room labeled "Technological Marvels of Yesteryear." Intrigued, I sauntered in, ready to be amazed. And there it was, shining in all its vibrant glory—a lime green iMac G3.

Now, I must confess, I'm no stranger to technology. I've seen gadgets evolve from clunky desktop computers to sleek smartphones that can do just about anything. But encountering this ancient piece of Apple history made me realize one thing: I'm getting old, and my once-cool gadgets are turning into relics of the past.

As I gazed at the iMac G3, memories flooded back from my 20s. The year was 1998, and I was still rocking my questionable fashion choices and dial-up internet. Back then, the iMac G3 was the epitome of cutting-edge design—vibrant, playful colors and an all-in-one package. It was a technological marvel that made your heart skip a beat.

But now, as I stood there, sporting my sensible shoes and graying hair, I couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with a dash of "Oh, how far we've come!" I realized that to a younger generation, this iMac would be a museum artifact—an antique akin to a typewriter or a rotary phone. And here I was, contemplating if I should buy the latest iPhone or simply stick to using smoke signals.

The iMac G3 was a symbol of progress, a gateway to the digital age. It revolutionized the computer industry, making technology more accessible and, dare I say, fashionable. It was a statement piece that screamed, "I'm hip and happening!" But now, it was merely an exhibit—an ancient dinosaur from a bygone era.

As I snapped a pic of the iMac G3, trying to look cool while secretly worrying about my diminishing tech-savviness, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. How quickly technology becomes outdated, how swiftly our gadgets turn into nostalgia-inducing oddities. It's a reminder that time moves forward, and so must we, even if it means struggling to understand the latest software update or getting lost in the labyrinth of new social media platforms.

So, here's to the iMac G3, a beacon of innovation and an inadvertent reminder of our fleeting youth. May it continue to charm visitors to the State of Iowa Historical Building, even as they ponder the mysteries of floppy disks and wonder why anyone would need a computer with a built-in handle.

As I exited the room, leaving the iMac G3 behind, I couldn't help but feel a mix of fondness and resignation. Time waits for no one, and as I rejoined my friends, I made a silent vow to stay up to date with technology, even if it means Googling "How to TikTok" or asking a Gen Z for help. Because, hey, it's never too late to embrace the future and keep up with the changing times. Just remember, dear reader, to appreciate the journey and have a good laugh at your own expense! 🤗