I Skype! I'm a Skyp-er!

I'll make this brief: I had my first Skype experience yesterday -- which is to say I overcame my usual intimidation of new technologies and conducted a online video meeting with the guy who is editing a video about my book. Saved me a trip to Huntington Beach to preview his work so far. Amazing. Having now skyped, I feel like Bill Murray in that scene from "What About Bob" wherein he triumphantly and repeatedly shouts: "I'm sailing! I'm sailing! I'm a sailor. I sail!" while lashed to the mast of a small sailboat. "I skype!", say I. "I'm skyping. I'm a skyp-er!". So be it. Sorry if I sound a little breathless, but experiencing new technologies (and surviving them) does this to me. What could be next "out there"? Time will tell. Meanwhile, there is a mounting conspiracy to get me into an I-Phone. Okay: "I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful..."