Where’s my rocket backpack?!
October 16, 2007
I once went to a press event where the spokesman stupidly asked if there were any questions. The room was full of Aussie media and the presentation (I think it was storage hardware) had not gone well. One wit shouted: “Yeah, where’s my bloody rocket backpack?” much to the amusement of the reporters and the confusion of the (American) presenter.
Him: What do you mean?
Journo: In the sixties I was promised a rocket backpack and I’m still waiting.
Him: Sir, we make storage hardware, not rocket backpacks. I’m not sure I can help you with that.
Rocket backpacks, along with the cure for the common cold, personal submarines and flying cars, have always been about 20 years away, but one thing that has been delivered after a long period of promise and (apparently) demand is the video phone.
Remember Aliens or Blade Runner or even 2001: A Space Odyssey? Video phones abound and everyone wanted one. Well, now you can (sorry) have a video phone. Sadly, nobody seems to use them or want to mess about with video calling. Except me. I use it. I call my daughters on it and they LOVE it and don’t know it’s geeky and somewhat moronic… and I’ve just used it to phone home and say gidday from Melbourne and now I’m homesick. Blah.