O Brave New World
The other day, I turned on my heel and walked back into my house because I had left my cell phone behind. Never thought I’d see the day.
Pretty soon I’m going to have to “upgrade,” as they say. That means replacing one piece of crap with a newer piece of crap. It is a transaction I have been avoiding, not out of stinginess but a certain horror for the new generations of handphone that are beeping, squealing, talking, humming, chiming, crowing, bleating, and pitching up a mighty din. You turn them on, they whistle and sing; you turn them off, they wail goodbye. They light up and vibrate and shimmer and leap. If I needed this, I’d get a puppy.
They are also getting smaller and smaller, easier to lose, harder to dial without a stylus. Soon the phones will be the size of a pill. When I can’t figure out how to silence it, I can simply swallow the thing. Then when I wake up in the morning I will light up and play pop tunes and vibrate.
August 26th, 2005 at 3:36 pm
I feel the same way. My erikson fone is so old now, and i don’t want to pay for a new one. I’d like to not have to use it. Damn! It irritates me to no end on the bus to hear people blab on and on, I mean, why don’t they go visit their friends or call them in private to tell them about thier (xyz)…air pollution of the ego.
August 27th, 2005 at 3:50 am
Tee hee hee. I feel your pain.