Currently in Earphones: Fiddler's Green by Tim O'Brien
I now have my new phone, and have buckled and used Facebook to get numbers back. Hopefully I can re-populate the list in a short time and have this whole mess behind me.
Things continue to go well with Lovely Weird Girl (a play on her name for me, as she has deigned to mention me in her own blog). Hopefully things will also go well when we meet in the near future. I'm confident about the whole thing: the attraction is definitely there, and while we both may be cautious, I think it'll be all right.
Back to fiddling with my new phone. Why do they always change the phone OS just as I get used to using the old one? Bahhh.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Showing posts with label Cell Phone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cell Phone. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Time for a big ol' bowl of crow....
Currently in Earphones: Transformers score by Steve Jablonsky
I suppose a perk of Facebook is that you have the ability, should it befall you, to message everyone you know and ask for phone numbers should your own phone go down in flames. However, it has always seemed to me that everyone and their brother has created a group "Help, my phone just died!" or "I need everyone's number again, please" or "Oh n0ez!!1 Mai f0ne justz got br1kzed!!!1H@X!!!" and I can't help but shake my head and sigh whenever yet another one of those pops up on the news feed (which itself has latched on to me like some crustacean-like parasite, at first ugly and grim, but now which gives me magic update powers that I am loath to give up).
Needless to say, my own day of reckoning has just arrived, in that my trusty cell phone of two years has finally decided to start croaking on me. I had thought myself safe from having a dead phone, as the brick I had owned before my current one functioned right up to the day I replaced it. This leads me to two crotchety conclusions...
1. They really DON'T make things like they used to.
2. There most likely IS a big conspiracy out there to manufacture things that break on a schedule, thus forcing the consumer to buy even more souped up products that they, in all likelihood, don't need.
This point is driven home by the fact that I just took out my old phone, and it STILL works, even claiming to have a half-charge of battery left after slowly combining with the surface of my desk drawer for years.
In conclusion, I don't think my foolish pride will make me resort to Facebook to solve my ills, but to all few of you who read my blog, know that I may need your numbers again soon. Although I am getting sporadic interludes of work-itude from my dying phone, I have a sinking feeling that this is the end.
And watch me go back for a second helping of crow when I find out that the only real way to get most of my numbers back is to go on Facebook. Gah!
Enough, More Later.
- James
I suppose a perk of Facebook is that you have the ability, should it befall you, to message everyone you know and ask for phone numbers should your own phone go down in flames. However, it has always seemed to me that everyone and their brother has created a group "Help, my phone just died!" or "I need everyone's number again, please" or "Oh n0ez!!1 Mai f0ne justz got br1kzed!!!1H@X!!!" and I can't help but shake my head and sigh whenever yet another one of those pops up on the news feed (which itself has latched on to me like some crustacean-like parasite, at first ugly and grim, but now which gives me magic update powers that I am loath to give up).
Needless to say, my own day of reckoning has just arrived, in that my trusty cell phone of two years has finally decided to start croaking on me. I had thought myself safe from having a dead phone, as the brick I had owned before my current one functioned right up to the day I replaced it. This leads me to two crotchety conclusions...
1. They really DON'T make things like they used to.
2. There most likely IS a big conspiracy out there to manufacture things that break on a schedule, thus forcing the consumer to buy even more souped up products that they, in all likelihood, don't need.
This point is driven home by the fact that I just took out my old phone, and it STILL works, even claiming to have a half-charge of battery left after slowly combining with the surface of my desk drawer for years.
In conclusion, I don't think my foolish pride will make me resort to Facebook to solve my ills, but to all few of you who read my blog, know that I may need your numbers again soon. Although I am getting sporadic interludes of work-itude from my dying phone, I have a sinking feeling that this is the end.
And watch me go back for a second helping of crow when I find out that the only real way to get most of my numbers back is to go on Facebook. Gah!
Enough, More Later.
- James
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