It's the luddite in me, I suppose...

Okay, I got it by now...we're living in a digital age. I joined the smartphone generation, and watched helplessly as it took over half my shit. I've fought the games (even Angry Birds), I've fought loading down my phone with every soundboard from Joe Pesci to Christopher Walken (although the Archer Deluxe by Jason Maxfield is top-shelf), but now, I am reading news that the next item to be declared on the verge of extinction is business cards.

Aw, hell no. I've seen the end of Polaroids, the print Encyclopedia Britannica, and lawn darts...not business cards! I met you halfway and retired my Roladex. Digital cards are great, don't get me wrong- I have three on my phone: my business, my joint business, and my political action committee. That'd be a bitch carrying around all three, but how do you propose I staple my smartphone to a bulletin board somewhere in East Lower Bumblefuck, Kentucky, on the offhand chance somebody gets the joke on one of our t-shirts, let alone decides to buy one?

No, I'm not ready to step in line with the pundits and proclaim the impending death of the business card. Not just yet. Probably the day after I yell at some kids to get off my lawn. The coupon, however...

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