by mg at 01:50 PM on March 24, 2002
Have I ever mentioned how cool my cell phone is?
Because it is. Not only can it play mp3s, but I can also use it to connect to the wireless Internet. Isn’t technology amazing?
Sometimes, when I’m out and about and feel the need to get connected, I do. I check my email, compare store prices with those at Amazon, or just surf. Back in the days when I worked I had many a boring meeting to sit through. If I knew I could get away with it, I’d hook up to AIM, and chat with people to pass the time as Power Point presentations whizzed by over my head.
So, last night, I, for some reason I can’t quite remember, hooked up to AIM on my phone. Then I went to bed, or passed out if you want to be semantically correct. All night long, I kept having these strange dreams. No matter what I was dreaming various objects would periodically start vibrating.
I’d wake up a bit, and see that my phone was blinking at me. I picked it up and tried to read it, but every time all I could see was “shjfh sdflkfsk sflkhfd.” I kept thinking to myself, “there must be something wrong with my phone. I should really just turn it off so I can get some shut eye.”
But then I worried someone might be trying to call me. Maybe that were in a car accident or something and needed me to help gnaw off their arm so they could extract themselves from the wreckage. And, if I am nothing else, I am always willing to engage in cannibalism to help out a friend.
So, when I woke up this morning, I picked up my phone to see what in the hell was wrong with it. Seems I had forgotten to log out of AIM and all the night owls and early risers on my buddy list decided tonight was the night to chat. I had messages from seven different people. The first message in every conversation began “Out late or up early?”
After failing to respond (I was passed out, remember, and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t know the proper response to shjfh sdflkfsk sflkhfd.”), most folk gave up. A couple continued to send me three or four more messages. For you people, I just wanted to say that I wasn’t ignoring you I was merely sleeping. THE END.
The one time that Publisher's Clearinghouse tries to call...
by jadedju at March 24, 2002 2:16 PM
Ziggy, my Kyocera 6035, would be perfect if it included a stun gun. Just walk up to someone, pop 'em on the neck, take them, down for 30 seconds.
I figure it would greatly cut down the talk-time, but I'd just get spare batteries and keep my data synced at least once a day.
by file13 at March 24, 2002 8:15 PM
that was me trying to give you a booty call.
by miss b at March 25, 2002 12:50 PM
if only that were true b. if only that were true.
by mg at March 25, 2002 3:34 PM
That frickin' Uproar phone is great. Samsung let me try one out for a few months on their dime when I was at my last job... loved it. Tho not enough to buy one.
Damn, I miss the Internet boom...
by Eric G at March 25, 2002 3:36 PM
Well, I would never have gotten it if not for the Internet boom either. One of the perks at my job, in addition to my exorbitant salary, 4 weeks of vacation, and free food nearly every day, was that we got a phat "personal enrichment fund" (i think that's what they called it) just for toys like my phone.
by mg at March 25, 2002 4:30 PM
hay can you tell me how to hook aim up to my cell phone?
by Joey Johnson at June 29, 2003 4:12 PM