Archaeology

Mike has decided that he wants to be an archaeologist when he grows up. I'm sure he doesn't realise yet that being an archaeologist doesn't always involve wearing a brown hat, carrying a satchel and whip, surviving the most ridiculously impossible scenarios and riding off into the sunset on a horse at the end of each adventure.

I think it's in the blood. Hubby could not resist buying from a work throw out (for the grand sum of $2) a digital camera that is so old that it takes 3.5 inch diskettes. Hubby said that the original price of the camera was in the region of $1200. Somewhere in our shed is a boat anchor that actually takes these relics but Hubby was enquiring at the shop on Saturday about the price of an A drive to put into one of our more recent computers. Not surprisingly the shop attendants gave him strange looks and assured him that no such beast exists nowdays. I decided to ask Hubby why he wanted to spend a stack of money to ensure that he could use a camera that I'm sure was probably used by Noah to take snapshots of the receding floods. After all, you can get a digital camera that takes far better pictures for less than what he'd want to spend. Both Hubby and Anika looked at me in shock and Anika said, "But Mum, it's archaeology!"

And speaking of technological things...we were also shopping for a DVD player. We've discovered two things about computerised equipment just lately:

1. Dishwashers' computer brains are addled when plumbed to hot water and therefore explode into flames after 7 years of use. This was one plumber's opinion anyway. Our new dishwasher is now plumbed to cold water.

2. DVD players object strongly when a six-year-old asks them to play two DVDs at the same time. After having the cover taken off to retrieve the first DVD they go on permanent strike.