Joining the modern world of communication.
After resisting as long as I could, I finally FINALLY made the move to a smartphone. Like the rest of the people I know, I can now communicate without ever having to call or receive calls. (Took me hours just to figure out how to answer a call, in fact.) Heck, my new phone even comes with a voice-to-text feature, which is hilarious but interesting. Leave me a voice message and I'll see a text version of it that bears at least some relation to the words you spoke....
Here it is, a Samsung Galaxy SII Epic 4G, through CREDO long distance:
I kinda like the recursive nature of this shot: The phone is in the login screen, which uses face recognition (failed here because of the camera in front of my face), against a poster of a Saturn V rocket booster diagram. This replaces my Sanyo Katana phone, which hasn't rung consistently for months:
That was the hot thing in 2005 when I got it. I have an unhealthy relationship with that thing, what with its having survived two trips through the washer, one through the dryer, a night frozen in a parking-lot puddle, another night in muck that shall go unspoken beneath a bar's porch, countless drops - including a couple from my pocket at scooter speed, and so on. The vibrate function still works (mostly), and I can still call out just fine, but texting was a giant PITA (can you say tap three times and wait two seconds before entering the next letter? I can, and will not again), and it seldom let me know someone was calling.
End of an era. I'm sad about this, really. I mean, the poor little thing just kept going, despite all the abuse it survived. Notice how the photo, above, was taken atop my heavy bag? Fitting. And that was from a year ago; you should see it now, with part of a flamed Hot Rodding Magazine sticker holding the battery-cover in place.
Goodbye, sweet Katana, you have served me well. *sigh*
Anyhow, now you may feel free to text me without worrying about wearing out my fingertips. Or even call, now that I figured out how to answer ;-)
Chris
Here it is, a Samsung Galaxy SII Epic 4G, through CREDO long distance:
I kinda like the recursive nature of this shot: The phone is in the login screen, which uses face recognition (failed here because of the camera in front of my face), against a poster of a Saturn V rocket booster diagram. This replaces my Sanyo Katana phone, which hasn't rung consistently for months:
That was the hot thing in 2005 when I got it. I have an unhealthy relationship with that thing, what with its having survived two trips through the washer, one through the dryer, a night frozen in a parking-lot puddle, another night in muck that shall go unspoken beneath a bar's porch, countless drops - including a couple from my pocket at scooter speed, and so on. The vibrate function still works (mostly), and I can still call out just fine, but texting was a giant PITA (can you say tap three times and wait two seconds before entering the next letter? I can, and will not again), and it seldom let me know someone was calling.
End of an era. I'm sad about this, really. I mean, the poor little thing just kept going, despite all the abuse it survived. Notice how the photo, above, was taken atop my heavy bag? Fitting. And that was from a year ago; you should see it now, with part of a flamed Hot Rodding Magazine sticker holding the battery-cover in place.
Goodbye, sweet Katana, you have served me well. *sigh*
Anyhow, now you may feel free to text me without worrying about wearing out my fingertips. Or even call, now that I figured out how to answer ;-)
Chris