George Jetson lives!

I grew up with the Jetsons.  I mean the cartoon family, their boy Elroy, Astro the dog, and “Jane, stop this crazy thing”, etc.  One of the staples of that futuristic show was the TV/phone where you could see the person you were speaking with. 

Yeah, right.

So here I find myself still alive and well, video chatting with my daughter half a continent away.  It’s amazing, regardless of the pixelatingly bad reception they get in L.A.   However, one day I set up to “call” and noticed my image was upside down.  This is unfortunate, as I would really like for my one-year-old granddaughter to recognize me right-side-up when she sees me again. 

I tried everything I knew how, and just about everything I didn’t know how and went online to learn.  I even resorted

Hold the spandex

An open letter to my family and loved ones:  I regret to inform you that the man I married, your father/brother/brother-in-law/uncle/friend is not the man I thought him to be 36 years ago.  Bob Jones (ha! I should have suspected even then…anyone could easily get lost in the system with a name like that!), the mildly irascible, small town college professor, has revealed his true identity.  With an name unpronounceable to the human tongue, this long lost alien from another world (and, incidentally, good friends with Zaphod Beeblebrox), is none