When Crackberries Control Your Life

When people bring their kids to see me because of some issue with their development or behavior, they don't usually maintain the social norms that many of us have.  They have waited a year or more to air their grievances about their child's developmental problems and behavior difficulties.  Most of these people are compelled to remain in the clinic for a minimum of two hours.  They can come up with the most irrelevant questions, and, even when you do answer them, they ask the same question again, worded differently.  So, many of the concerned parties are mothers.  Half of these concerned mothers can convince their husband to excuse himself from work to join the party in my clinic.  However, these men are so committed to something, and it is not their wives and children.  They are not even that committed to their work.  They are joined umbilically to their Blackberries.  Now, I have an iPhone, so I understand attachment to a gadget that contains every tiresome detail of my life.  However, when the husbands don't want to listen to advice or feel that nothing is wrong with their children, the Blackberry appears.  The men are anxiously scrolling the dial on the side, like a wheel on a slot machine.  My favorite men are the ones who actually text/email while I am actually asking questions and giving advice.  In fact, they will go as far as to check the thing for texts/emails/instant messages while I am giving my impressions and recommendations.  It's like the Blackberry has taken over the male need for masturbation, or something.  Even in an airplane or at the gym, dudes are tapping away on their Blackberries, with those flashing Bluetooth earpieces/mind-control devices.  I suspect they are really looking at porn or sports, disguised as important business.  Obviously, there is some false sense of importance in the world, when one is constantly checking a non-vibrating Blackberry or typing utter nonsense on that QWERTY keyboard, to seem busy.  

I had every intention of showing one of my favorite Grammy moments, despite the fact that I actually hate the Grammy's and don't usually watch it.  However, the Grammy Copyright Police have removed all videos of "Swagga Like Us" from You Tube--weasels!!!!!!!!!   I watched this dreadful display of music industry mayhem for 3, no, 4 reasons: U2, Dave Grohl/Paul McCartney, Swagga Like Us, and Radiohead.  I can't understand the logic behind the spectrum of nominees, but, the winners are always the old people, like Bob Dylan or Robert Plant.  If I could only have my own music awards show. . .I would allow downloadable videos of performances.