30 Rock, Pawsed

We must do a little day-adjusting to the 30 Rock schedule, so we are pawsed today and tomorrow, as Sahara is demonstrating. Today is a tribute to getting old. I started taking glucosamine at the recommendation of my sports medicine doc, which has a giant label on the box, big enough for failing eyes to see, which says JOINT SUPPORT. I started using moisturizer every day and asking any beautifully skinned elders that I see what skin products they use. I felt so dead tired as I decided to stop at the grocery store one night recently, I thought I better double check the time in case they were closed. It was 8:30. And last night I had the following conversation with Greg:

Me: I am taking pictures of one of those black and white code blobs and nothing is happening.

Greg: Is it in focus?

Me: Yes. I've taken like 6 in focus pictures. Are you *sure* you don't need an app for this?

Greg: Yeah.

Me: You did it before?

Greg: Yes, it just works. There's no app. (Then he proceeded to take 5 or 6 pictures with his phone which didn't "work" either.)

Me: Oh it says here you can also text this number to download the app.

Greg: What are these blobs called?

I had no idea so he set about googling "code blob" or something and I texted the number listed.

Greg: They are called "QR codes."

Me: This text number wants to know what kind of phone I have.

Greg, I assume, was now googling "how to use QR codes, while I was texting Smarter Child's cousin that I have an iPhone. Before he could troubleshoot, I got the app downloaded, via a hyperlink from a text which briefly opened Safari which contained code to open the app store to the page for the stupid app that I had almost forgotten the function of by this point. Isn't it nice that technology just keeps making life SO much easier?

Grrra graa graa *stereotypical old people grumblings* Graa