Where did my iPod Shuffle go? Where did my GameBoy Micro go? Did I pull a Honey, I Shrunk the Kids and accidently eat them with my Cheerios?

This is getting more than a little absurd. I lose packs of gum in my car, pockets, and messenger bags. Not to mention the mess that is my bedroom. How can you possibly expect me to keep track of these tiny, yet powerful, devices?

What does this say for the future? Will I be digging out handfuls of crum covered iPods out of my couch cushions along with the pennies and Cheetos?

There will be multiple iPods and GameBoy Micros in our seat cushions. Why? Because we’re going to buy new ones after we lose these tiny bastards. We’ll end up owning about 6 of everything. Everything ending up in one of the six stages of being lost. First stage - being under your grocery list with your keys. Sixth stage - being buried a mile below the Earth’s surface.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sad I never lived in a time when calculators took up entire rooms.