Look at that thing, notice how it silently mocks the viewer by saying "you know you want to hold my sexy body in your hot, heavy hands.." and sort of snaps its fingers in your face? Thats my new phone. And damn, this is one light piece of technological wizardy. I'm afraid I'll end up washing my jeans and finding my phone beeping during the wash cycle, its ridiculously easy to lose this thing.
Thats compared to this behemoth:
That there is about 2 pounds of brute cell phone force, which served me for the better part of nearly six years. Few people know this, but I pioneered the popularity of cell phones by being one of the early adopters. Yep, friends were like "wtf would I need a cell for? I only talk to my granny on weekends!" but not me, I was all like "hey if you should one day drive your truck into a ditch and get stranded when its -40 below, you'll be glad you bought this" and believe me, I've driven into plenty of ditches to realize the value of these things. Ah those fond memories of me playing Snake on my green-black colored screen while waiting for the tow truck driver to arrive, some memories are irreplaceable.
But not cell phones. After enduring years of people gossipping behind my back about how crappy my Nokia is, I decided to fight back by purchasing the studly and sevelte, Sony-Ericsson T637. Because the only way to get respect from consumer whores is to be a consumer whore. Never mind the fact that all I need is something to dial numbers with, no, I need 65,000+ colors, over-priced shitty Java games and 3,037,923 options that I'll likely never use. But as I was saying, I've grown tired of being the po' guy in my clique, and I'm upping the stakes. Also, I'm tired of feeling my brain tissue bake from all the radiation that thing was putting out.
So the T637 has all these fancy gimmicks in it. Camera (shitty), bluetooth (useful for wireless headsets/driving/computer connectivity), 65,000+ colors (nice), Java games (eh, but I got Q*Bert and Backgammon dammit!), picture caller-ID, etc, and it also massages my penis when I set it in vibirate mode, so yeah, I guess the switch was worth it.
Guess what? Work sucks. I gotta go get ready for my long-ass commute, but now I can spend the next 5 hours transferring over my phone contacts and making crappy doodles with my phone's uh.. doodle-making prog (?!?) so its all good.
Grrr.. I still need to tweak the page's html..
