Skype-othetically Speaking

For those of you not around for the daily business of the Scrap, you should know I have fallen deeply, passionately, uncontrollably in love. Not necessarily with the man I am about to marry (I kind of like him too), but with a pretty little piece of technological genius (No, its not a vibrator).

Skype. Skype makes my heart flutter. And for those of you who know me, this is a really big deal. Technology and I have never gotten along. Like feuding roommates we have a mutual disdain that leads us to passive aggressive behavior in which we fill each others shampoo with water and gossip behind one another's backs. My computer will delete things without telling me, and I in turn let Simon sit on its face and click control-alt-delete like seven times in a row.

But Skype, Skype is different.

Skype makes funny celebrating noises when I get an e-phone call, and just like that, a loved ones face appears on my screen. and I can talk, and dance and show them things. And have a chugging contest with Kerri. And show G my new chonees. I am like Harry Potter and Serius Black talking through the green fire. Only with no fear of getting walked in on by Professor Snape. And its easier than crouching in a fireplace. (Is the Harry Potter analogy going too far? Because I seem to be really attached to it.)

Also, Skype lets me take a picture of the screen, so I can save a hilarious moment of an e-call for posterity. Right now I am looking at one of Kerri doing the crazy christina dance. It makes my day better.

So, for those of you with a web cam, do yourself a favor. Go to Skype.com and download the program. And talk to me. You know you want to.