gadgetration
Dear fuckwit:
Yes, you have an iPhone. I can see that, and hear it too. How nice for you.
The clickety-clack of your "keys" is driving me FUCKING CRAZY, two rows behind you. Your $599 chromed plastic brick of noise pollution is still noise pollution. It is severely harshing my enjoyment of chapter 16 of A Pattern Language, which, curiously enough, is on privacy and convenience issues in public transportation.
Love,
the girl on the Sidekick set to 'vibrate'
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The rest of my evening and morning has been extremely nice so far. Had dinner with fridaypeach and saw L on the way home. Got up early to NPR, had time for tea, dishes, and consulting, caught the early bus. My hair smells like raspberry candy. Work is sort of behaving, even.
Yes, you have an iPhone. I can see that, and hear it too. How nice for you.
The clickety-clack of your "keys" is driving me FUCKING CRAZY, two rows behind you. Your $599 chromed plastic brick of noise pollution is still noise pollution. It is severely harshing my enjoyment of chapter 16 of A Pattern Language, which, curiously enough, is on privacy and convenience issues in public transportation.
Love,
the girl on the Sidekick set to 'vibrate'
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The rest of my evening and morning has been extremely nice so far. Had dinner with fridaypeach and saw L on the way home. Got up early to NPR, had time for tea, dishes, and consulting, caught the early bus. My hair smells like raspberry candy. Work is sort of behaving, even.