So I seem to have a cell phone.

I've spent a while programming numbers into it ([livejournal.com profile] brooksmoses's home number, [livejournal.com profile] erispope's pager, my brother's cell). I spent a while longer pounding on it until it vibrated instead of making noise (though there was a bit where I was shouting at it for playing the New World Symphony faster than a largo, and an incredible bemusement as an electro-beepy version of Stars and Stripes Forever set off my S&SF reflexes).

It has a little screen. When it doesn't have anything better to do, it shows a panda walking (down and to the right).

Or, as [livejournal.com profile] oneironaut put it, I have a tamagotchi that happens to allow me to talk to people who are far away.

(Am I the only person who can't help but think of 'tamagotchi' as if the last syllables were the I-think-Yiddish word that I've generally seen used to mean 'thingy'?)

From: [identity profile] kalmn.livejournal.com


ooooh, yes. our cellphones have been hugely useful for at cons, for example. (vibrate mode is your friend. did i mention that?) it makes finding the people you promised to have dinner with, for example, much easier.

From: [identity profile] brian1789.livejournal.com


Work keeps trying to buy me one... it is getting harder to create excuses, compared with five years ago.
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