| Three
things led me to compile an "Entirely Other Day"
tribute page. All three moments were what I would qualify
as Knaussian... or maybe slightly more Torrezian... hell,
I don't know, maybe they've all been Daveian and I'm incapable
of stating my own independence and throwing the proverbial
tea into the harbor...
I got a new mobile phone on a whim, as it was pointed
out to me that I had been with my service provider for
more than a year and I could trade up to a better model.
My old phone was the Matrix phone with WAP capabilities
and the large screen. None of that mattered because
the lower part fwipped. *fwip* Just like in the movie.
Ring, ring... ring, ring... *fwip* "Hello? Morpheus,
is that you?" Of course within a few months the
next model, the Charlie's Angels model, became available
and I couldn't trade up, not for a year.
My
new phone is small. Very small. Propotionally, it is
shorter than my index finger, thinner than my thumb
and lighter than my keys. Its shock-proof, future-proof,
and idiot-proof. Upon getting it home I set up the various
FM radio channels it can receive and assigned voice
tags to the speed-dials. All I have to do is say "phone
Ann" and the phone calls up Ann and apologises
to her profusely (a very useful feature) I've even set
the ringer to silent so that I don't disturb anyone
with annoying shrill ringtones.
Now...
where did I put it?
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