Entering the technological era.
After many years, I have a new cel phone.
It has a camera.
It plays musical ringtones. (Right now it's Johnny Cash.)
It came with a free colored faceplate design thing, I picked a pink knitted-looking one (it's a photo of stockinette stitches.)
I'm not sure how to work it, exactly.
It keeps taking pictures of the inside of my handbag.
I don't know what else it can do. If I knew, I could probably rule a small country with it.
The whole phone situation reminds me of my high school physics teacher, who always said "You gotta be smarter than the tools you use!" Then, he'd add, in a mutter, "my parents wouldn't let me play with a hammer."
It has a camera.
It plays musical ringtones. (Right now it's Johnny Cash.)
It came with a free colored faceplate design thing, I picked a pink knitted-looking one (it's a photo of stockinette stitches.)
I'm not sure how to work it, exactly.
It keeps taking pictures of the inside of my handbag.
I don't know what else it can do. If I knew, I could probably rule a small country with it.
The whole phone situation reminds me of my high school physics teacher, who always said "You gotta be smarter than the tools you use!" Then, he'd add, in a mutter, "my parents wouldn't let me play with a hammer."