Thursday, September 3, 2015
The cell phone I have now sucks.
It is a big pain in the ass and I wish I could go back to the one I had that finally gave up the ghost. It had all I needed. It made calls and I could text.
It had a real keyboard and not the screen kind which with my big fingers requires a stylus to be able to text easily.
The one I have now is an overcomplicated, tempermental unit that has far more features that I will ever be able to use.
My sister, in an effort of kindness programed the Facebook app onto it which really is more trouble than it is worth. It's constantly popping every time someone does something on Facebook and has become a nuisance.
The touch screen deal shows a red bar during phone calls an I have to be damned careful with it as if I hit it with my cheek bone it cuts the call off.
While I can see who emailed me and there are other features on the damned thing, I think I would be better off with a simpler model and I am going to take a step down if I can when this one dies.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this: http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
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But Pic you NEEDED that new phone so Big Brother could track you, read & hear everything and spy on you at will.
ReplyDeleteAnd the moments when you wrap it in foil, they know you are up to mischief.
Welcome to your electronic monitor.
When I am up to something I put the phone in the bag I got with my E-Z-Pass
ReplyDeleteA stronger strategy is to have your phone appear benign by staying online but sending vanilla bland data.
ReplyDeleteFalling off triggers attention.
Just take the gum out of my mouth and stick it to the bottom of the third stool at Clancy's, huh?
ReplyDeleteGood thinking!