The form this takes in the Foobiverise is that when Jim mentions anything high-tech, his letters show a sort of unfocused dread of the scary, new-fangled computational dooly-whacker and a fearful, WILLFUL ignorance of the modern world. The underlying belief that underpins all of his crotchety, Crankshaft-lite refusal to understand the new era seems to me to stem from a terror of having to adapt to something and thus be humiliated. The lowest point of this happens to be the punchline of the strip I derived the title of this entry from. As you will recall, Jim did a lot of petulant whining when his friend Ernie sent him a three-page long e-mail that has genuine feeling attached to it instead of a crappy, generic card that meant less than zero. Does it matter that the man tried to get in touch? No, because he didn't do it the 'right' way.
How this affects us is that despite paying lip service to being a member of the modern world, Elly tends to agree with her parents' assumptions about how the world works. Given that she feels a certain measure of regret for joining Marian in 'marginalizing' him by preferring broadcast television to the amateurish wailings of an old duffer in a garage band and given that she'd spent a lifetime listening to ranting about how the new-fangled gizmos just aren't as good as something someone like him can jerry-rig into functionality, it's not hard to see why she wishes Fisher Price or Hasbro would make a computer simple enough for her to be able to operate.