This past Halloween, I was at a party where a middle-aged man dressed as an Oppenheimer Ken doll (“I’m Atomic Bomb Ken!” he kept proclaiming) was holding court about the days of yore–a.k.a. the 2000s. Eventually, he ranted about modern mobile phones, how touchscreen keyboards suck, and how the BlackBerry and its hardware keyboard was an awesome phone. I never got the real name of Atomic Bomb Ken, nor do I know how to contact him. If I could,
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