I have, in my possession, a brand new cell phone from Sprint. Its pretty damn cute and (super bonus) all the buttons work!! It looks like it should be a touch screen but it isn’t. It’s pink, which is weird for me, but i still think it is pretty cute. It does everything I need…….but I already miss my old phone!! My number isn’t even changed over yet and I’m already sad to see it go. It’s the only cell phone I’ve ever owned and I really liked it. Its all beat up and covered in paint and pastel. Several buttons, such as the up and back buttons, don’t work anymore…..but i love it =( I had all my ring tones custom set (which i can’t do with a Sprint phone) and the more I play with it, the more I realize how much I hate it lol. I just don’t like Sprint as much as T-Mobil. I suppose you could call me a hater, but I loved my old phone and I am sad to see it go.
I guess what I’m really saying is:: I don’t like change!
Me:(tries to visit a local restaurant’s website via iPhone) Restaurant website: I require Flash. Fuck off. Me: I just want to know how late you’re open. Website: Nope. Me: But I’m on my phone. Don’t you have a little “HTML Version” link up in the corner or something? Website: I’m ignoring you. Me: What if I’m on my phone because I’m out, looking for a place to eat? Didn’t that ever occur to you? Website: Fuck entirely off. Me:(gives up, switches to computer) Website: Oh! Hi! What can I help you with today? Me: What are your — Website: Hang on, I’m loading the music. Me: Really. Website: You’ll love it. It’s “Girl from Ipanema” arranged for steel drum and keytar. Me: No, you don’t have to — Website: Loading… Me: All I want is — Website: I SAID DOT DOT DOT. Me:(drums fingers on desk) Website: There we go. Isn’t that nice? It’s… what’s the word. Ethnicky. Me: What are your hours? Website: Take a look at our menu! It’s a PDF of a screenshot of a scan of a Word document printed on a dishtowel. With fonts! Me: I don’t care. What are your hours? Website: Don’t worry, the menu loads in a new window so the music won’t stop. Can I show you some broken images? Me: What. Are. Your. Hou. Rs. Website: I… I don’t know. Me:(goes to Denny’s)
Doctor, you say that there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to soften and blur and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see,