Saturday, October 07, 2006

Obsolete Communication.

My cellphone is slightly younger than dirt.

Not much younger mind you, but it's at least 2 years old; in cell phone years that's about as old as Methuselah. ( I provided the link for anyone who's not quite up on their Bible references.)

I'd post a picture of my phone, but to tell you the truth I'm a little bit ashamed of it. Pulling out my cell phone in public is like bringing your drunk uncle to the bar with you. There's nothing wrong with it, but after a while it's performance is embarrassing.

I have a pay-as-you-go phone. That type of payment structure works for me and the amount of time I use it. The drawback to this is that I have to buy the phone itself, rather than getting one at a reduced price and signing my life away for two or three years.

But the new phones - oh the new phones...

It seems like the new generation of cell phones can do just about anything. Forget text and voice - I want to check my e-mail and watch full color video. I'm pretty sure somewhere there is a phone that will do your taxes and tongue your balls, but it just isn't on the market yet. (Can you imagine the lineup for that on launch day...)

I'm almost hoping that I might have some accidental damage to my phone, so I could justify getting a new one. But no matter how many times I throw - I mean drop - it, the damn thing keeps working like a charm.

So next time you see a old, beat up cell phone lying in the middle of a busy street, don't pick it up. It's probably mine, and I'll be on my way to Future Shop looking for a replacement.


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