It's Still Way Easier

This morning the Wave of Groove, who is in Aspen, and Rock the Jock, who is somewhere else in Aspen, and The Great Plotnik, at World Headquarters, did a three-way Skype recording session. Three people in three different locations, one reading and recording from a script and two commenting.

So what happens? Rock the Jock's cell vibrates. He excuses himself, sees who it is, doesn't answer it. But we have to start over. Then Plotnik's cell rings. He excuses himself. It's somebody he doesn't recognize. We start over again. Then Wave gets another Skype call. The ding ding ding won't stop, and it bothers Rock the Jock who is trying to record, although he's a mile away from Wave of G. Then Plottie's phone rings again, the same person who called before. (In all, that person rang Plottie's cell seven times.) "Shit!" he yells, and Rock hears it and says "What? Did I make a mistake?"

And on on and on and on. Which is to say: modern communications are great and they are also a giant pain.