Treo 650
I have a new phone. Perhaps I've mentioned. It's known as a "smartphone." That is an inappropriate designation. However, it is a fun phone.
Since getting this phone, my texting habit has increased. A lot. Apparently, what I need is roll-over text message allotment. My roll-over airtime keeps piling up, but I went way over the number of messages allowed in my plan.
Here's a sample of why:
(Message to c* upon first waking, after over-sleeping): "This phone's alarm feature is for shit. And I HATE that the alarm doesn't sound when the phone's in silent mode. My other phones would fucking turn themselves ON to make sure I woke up. This Smartphone is dumb as dirt in that regard."
I really hate over-sleeping. I did so again this morning, because the alarm has to be re-set every day and yesterday I fell asleep before setting it for the next morning. It's a good thing this wasn't one of my 6am class days or I would have been [Tom Cruise a la "Mission Impossible" voice] upset [/Tom Cruise a la "Mission Impossible" voice].
And speaking of Tom Cruise, here's more from the series of overage texts:
Me: Saw Mission Impossible 2 last night. Talk about bad movies.
c*: It wasn’t that bad. Jeez.
Me: Dude. It was seriously bad. Cruise was a pimp. Newton a whore. Too much slo-mo. Bike scenes were cool, tho. Put ‘Torque’ to shame.
etc.
But here’s the real point.
“Torque”
What is “Torque” you ask?
“Torque” is the movie that had c* calling me at midnight on a Saturday, waking me from a sound sleep, to say “Turn on the TV. Right now. ‘Biker Boyz’ is on.”
(What is “Biker Boyz” you ask? It is “Torque” with a different cast. But that’s neither here nor there. I haven’t seen that movie.)
So I remove myself from my sleep chamber, turn on the tv, and settle in to watch “Torque.” About halfway through the movie came the MST3K commentary (another prime reason for my text overage). Some highlights:
Me: You should be ashamed. This movie is dumb as shit.
c*: Sorry. Not even watching it.
Me: Shady bastard.
c*: Said ‘sorry.’
Me: You should say you’ll turn the movie on.
c*: Why do that?
Me: To make it right!
[Quick jump ahead in time]
c*: U r evil!
Me: I learned it by watching you!
c*: You came evil out the box.
Me: Whatever, man.
c*: Can it get any worse?
Me: Do you understand now my suffering?
[Quick jump ahead in time]
c*: Bike bitch fight! Awesome!
Me: Pervert
[Quick jump ahead in time]
Me: What the fuck?
c*: Oh my awesomely bad god help us please (not sure what he was trying to say there. i assume the movie froze his brain and he was typing mid reboot.)
[Quick jump ahead in time]
Me: Who knew there were so many dirt roads between LA and Mexico?
c*: Who knew LA traffic was so light that supersonic bikes could get by so easily?
Me: Bike was so fast it created its own wormhole.
c*: Boy that was bad.
....
Me: “Assassins” is on.
c*: Smoking young Banderas
Me: Back when he was pretty. I had such hope for him.
c*: Then came Griffiths
Me: Yeah…
etc.
To sum up...
Here is the best line from “Torque:”
“I know where sushi come from, nigga!”
Once you have heard this line, you may want to turn the movie off and find something else to do.
Since getting this phone, my texting habit has increased. A lot. Apparently, what I need is roll-over text message allotment. My roll-over airtime keeps piling up, but I went way over the number of messages allowed in my plan.
Here's a sample of why:
(Message to c* upon first waking, after over-sleeping): "This phone's alarm feature is for shit. And I HATE that the alarm doesn't sound when the phone's in silent mode. My other phones would fucking turn themselves ON to make sure I woke up. This Smartphone is dumb as dirt in that regard."
I really hate over-sleeping. I did so again this morning, because the alarm has to be re-set every day and yesterday I fell asleep before setting it for the next morning. It's a good thing this wasn't one of my 6am class days or I would have been [Tom Cruise a la "Mission Impossible" voice] upset [/Tom Cruise a la "Mission Impossible" voice].
And speaking of Tom Cruise, here's more from the series of overage texts:
Me: Saw Mission Impossible 2 last night. Talk about bad movies.
c*: It wasn’t that bad. Jeez.
Me: Dude. It was seriously bad. Cruise was a pimp. Newton a whore. Too much slo-mo. Bike scenes were cool, tho. Put ‘Torque’ to shame.
etc.
But here’s the real point.
“Torque”
What is “Torque” you ask?
“Torque” is the movie that had c* calling me at midnight on a Saturday, waking me from a sound sleep, to say “Turn on the TV. Right now. ‘Biker Boyz’ is on.”
(What is “Biker Boyz” you ask? It is “Torque” with a different cast. But that’s neither here nor there. I haven’t seen that movie.)
So I remove myself from my sleep chamber, turn on the tv, and settle in to watch “Torque.” About halfway through the movie came the MST3K commentary (another prime reason for my text overage). Some highlights:
Me: You should be ashamed. This movie is dumb as shit.
c*: Sorry. Not even watching it.
Me: Shady bastard.
c*: Said ‘sorry.’
Me: You should say you’ll turn the movie on.
c*: Why do that?
Me: To make it right!
[Quick jump ahead in time]
c*: U r evil!
Me: I learned it by watching you!
c*: You came evil out the box.
Me: Whatever, man.
c*: Can it get any worse?
Me: Do you understand now my suffering?
[Quick jump ahead in time]
c*: Bike bitch fight! Awesome!
Me: Pervert
[Quick jump ahead in time]
Me: What the fuck?
c*: Oh my awesomely bad god help us please (not sure what he was trying to say there. i assume the movie froze his brain and he was typing mid reboot.)
[Quick jump ahead in time]
Me: Who knew there were so many dirt roads between LA and Mexico?
c*: Who knew LA traffic was so light that supersonic bikes could get by so easily?
Me: Bike was so fast it created its own wormhole.
c*: Boy that was bad.
....
Me: “Assassins” is on.
c*: Smoking young Banderas
Me: Back when he was pretty. I had such hope for him.
c*: Then came Griffiths
Me: Yeah…
etc.
To sum up...
Here is the best line from “Torque:”
“I know where sushi come from, nigga!”
Once you have heard this line, you may want to turn the movie off and find something else to do.