Life is such a sweet insanity.

For once, I'm writing a technology-related blog entry about someone else. While I'm always one to adopt new technology and try to incorporate it into my life as fast as possible, I'm finding that Earl is ahead of me on the curve on this one.

His company just bought him a Blackberry.

If you're not familiar with these little packages of silicon goodness, let me fill you in. Using cellular phone technology, this is basically a little computer that fits in the palm of your hand, keeping you up to date with your important e-mails, appointments, phone book and of course, solitaire game. Unlike most Palm Pilots or Pocket PCs, a Blackberry has a little keyboard on it, does not (to my knowledge) employ a touchscreen or stylus and does everything but tell you what time you need to take a crap. Come to think of it, you could probably program it to tell you when to take a bathroom break.

But I digress.

Earl pretty much set his up solo this morning while he was at work. I got him started and then let him run with it. I was hoping to bounce on the boss' knee while I was visiting him at work, but no, he wanted to set up the Blackberry.

So now it's routinely vibrating on the kitchen counter as another Sigalert is beamed into it. "Stop the Lobster Thermador, let me read my e-mail!" he joyously proclaims.

As I borrow his iBook to type this blog entry, he is randomly uttering commands he's typing into his Blackberry. He just said "Name" with a perplexed look on his face. There has been no follow up. I'm really resisting the urge to say "Earl...".

Anyways, I joke and poke fun at him as he embraces his Blackberry, but actually I'm quite happy that he has it. I can now send him love notes and know that he gets them right away, rather than finding a chance to check his e-mail while he's on the road.

Ain't technology grand.