After a lot of babble, burble, banter, bicker bicker bicker, brouhaha, balderdash, and ballyhoo -- I finally took the jump and got myself a new cell phone. Mine had been a warrior, but time and age were catching up to it -- to the point where it would barely hold a charge for a day, randomly dropped calls, and rarely if ever could handle pictures or messages from opposing networks.Now this was a superior machine. Ten grand worth of gimmicks and high-priced special effects. The rear windows leapt up with a touch like frogs in a dynamite pond. The dashboard was full of esoteric lights and dials and meters that I would never understand.-- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
It was time to make a change.So I shopped around a little bit and took some valued advice and eventually decided to jump to a new network and step up to something a little fancier.
Good lord, this thing is loaded with stuff. I'm pretty sure there's cup holders on it somewhere. I was telling someone about it the other day and I guess kicked in the voice command feature and almost made a call. Then the next day, (despite having to unlock the keypad before I'm able to do anything) I got a call from someone and didn't realize it, and they were stuck on the line trying to get my attention while I walked around doing my job, unaware of the person shouting at me inside my pocket.
In other words, it's a huge jump up from where I was before.
Still, I can't believe people type on these little keyboards all the time the way they do. I mean it seems like you've got to have really tiny fingers to work these things correctly. I mean -- that's what it is, right? Tiny fingers? Little hands?But really, who doesn't love a little new tech to play around with every now and then?
Because if it wasn't, then that would mean....Crap
[Listening To: American Head Charge – "All Wrapped Up" ]