Selling machines to Caravaggio

My husband just informed me that there’s “too much Laurel”. I don’t know what that means. There’s no such thing. There’s not enough of me. Shrug. Anyway. Yesterday I saw that wordpress offers daily prompts. I liked the topic yesterday: guilty pleasures, but today’s has me stumped.

If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?

(Husband just informed me that my face is bigger than it looks. He’s trying to bother me while I’m writing. So far so good.)

So I don’t know what would shock my ancestors? I mean, most of what I do annoys my present day family, so I can only imagine. My relatives might be horrified that I’m an atheist. That I was married at 28 and had a daughter at 30. Maybe that I went to school and got a Bachelor’s of Science in THE INTERNET. My Grandmother didn’t even understand what the Internet was when I was going to college. Web design? What?
(I see what you’re doing here WP. Getting me to open up and share stuff about my life. Clever.)

Then again maybe it’s more that I wouldn’t be able to explain any technology to people of the past.
Can you imagine explaining a movie theater to Shakespeare? Where we see people’s faces 40 feet high? For what purpose!?

Dara O’Braian sums it up nicely here.

What about you? What’s your most shocking dinner reveal?

Also, now I’m obsessively looking up old AOL sounds. Thanks WordPress. It’s like I’m 13 again. Seriously, if at the end of the login didn’t say “Welcome, You’ve Got Mail” then stuffing a pillow over the modem in the middle of the night so you wouldn’t get caught online wasn’t even worth it.

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