The demo on my Casio Rock was to run over it with a jeep. It seems indestructible.
I must run about 5 minutes a week. Mo calls me to say "I'll be over there in 10 minutes" and I say "Fine, take your time" and get ready to go. I think about 6 people have my cell number, and only one is a customer. He's a Fellow of United Technologies. He can call me at 3AM if he wants to.
(Mo walks 5 minutes from where she works, to my shop, and we hike a footbridge over US101 to where I park my car and drive home together. The Brat works down the hall from me, and her guy has the office next to Mo. Nice coincidence, in a place where hour-long commutes are not unusual.)
One consequence of technology is to cram absurd densities of over-paid geeks into a few small patches of land. It's not surprising that birth rates are down.