Don't call me, fax me or ask me to watch TV. Don't even ask me to heat up a cup of water in the microwave. 'Cause I'm having a bad electronics month. Judgment Day has come for all the electronics in my house -- a collective kaput, consensual hara-kiri.
In the high-tech world today, you would think the Japanese would have invented products that self-destruct when they are finished. We have self-cleaning ovens, so why not self-cremating fax machines or self-exploding TVs? Or even something more gradual, like products that would slowly fade away until one day they just disappeared completely. At least we would have some warning it was on its way out.
You: Where's the telephone?