Rest In Pieces
It is with great sadness that I announce the sudden passing of my Motorola e815 phone by way of a tragic car accident on the night of July 10th 2007. It was but 14 months old.
The e815 will be fondly remembered by its owner and those who had the pleasure of receiving calls and text messages from it in it's short time with us all. The phone is survived by its charger, bluetooth headset and micro SD card. The e815's pleather case also perished in the accident. The e815 was predeceased by a shitty Audiovox CDM-8900.
In lieu of a service, those who so desire may make Memorial Donations in memory of the e815 to the Now Darek Needs a New Phone and Doesn't Have The Money for it foundation. The foundation president can be reached through this blog.
When you pride yourself on being the protector of all thing electronic, it's especially demoralizing when you do something irresponsible and cause irrevocable damage that could have easily been prevented.
After letting my mother use my phone on the way to Ben & Jerry's Tuesday night, I took it back from her and placed it on my lap as I often do since I have a hard time hearing it when it's in my pocket and don't like to fumble for it while I'm driving. When we reached our destination at Maple Tree Place, mom, Hannah and I got out of the car and I heard something hit the ground. Since I'm overly paranoid, and nobody else seemed to notice, not only did I not bother mentioning the sound, but inexplicably didn't bother to check and see if I myself had dropped something. It wasn't until we were almost back to my apartment that I realized what had happened and I got that sick feeling you get when you know you've done something really stupid and that there are sure to be consequences. I immediately began running through the possible outcomes as I turned the car around. One, my phone was fine and still sitting, relatively unscathed in the empty space that had been adjacent to where we parked; two my phone was somewhat damaged in the fall to the ground, which it had undergone before due to similar idiocy on my part, and would require some repair; three, some little midget bastard (AKA anyone between the ages of 15 and 18) had picked up my phone and began calling his entire family who still reside in Uganda and who he's been meaning to send a large quantity of picture messages or four, and by far the most disturbing, my phone had careened from my lap and landed in the foot or so of area in the neighboring space that would put it in the direct path of any vehicle that might have pulled into the lot in the 10 or so minutes we had been gone. At the time, I convinced myself that this was the least plausible outcome.
We returned to Williston to find my phone behind the right front tire of a Geo Prism in the following condition:
Remarkably the phone actually still powers up and as Hannah and I got back in the car after discovering it, it beeped to alert me of a missed call (presumably Hannah's test call on the way back to see if it was kicking calls strait to voice mail, indicative of it's complete destruction). Unfortunately, tests to see if it might actually still work on speakerphone were negative. I can probably salvage the micro SD card and the ringtones and few pics that are on it, but it'll do me little good seeing as my next phone is unlikely to be compatible with it or even remotely approach the e815's price tag. In my efforts to find a new phone on Wednesday I was met by the traditional pack of Verizon douche bags (I'll write about that eventually) and simply wasn't emotionally prepared to deal with it any further. I expect I probably won't have a phone until some time next week.
The e815 will be fondly remembered by its owner and those who had the pleasure of receiving calls and text messages from it in it's short time with us all. The phone is survived by its charger, bluetooth headset and micro SD card. The e815's pleather case also perished in the accident. The e815 was predeceased by a shitty Audiovox CDM-8900.
In lieu of a service, those who so desire may make Memorial Donations in memory of the e815 to the Now Darek Needs a New Phone and Doesn't Have The Money for it foundation. The foundation president can be reached through this blog.
When you pride yourself on being the protector of all thing electronic, it's especially demoralizing when you do something irresponsible and cause irrevocable damage that could have easily been prevented.
After letting my mother use my phone on the way to Ben & Jerry's Tuesday night, I took it back from her and placed it on my lap as I often do since I have a hard time hearing it when it's in my pocket and don't like to fumble for it while I'm driving. When we reached our destination at Maple Tree Place, mom, Hannah and I got out of the car and I heard something hit the ground. Since I'm overly paranoid, and nobody else seemed to notice, not only did I not bother mentioning the sound, but inexplicably didn't bother to check and see if I myself had dropped something. It wasn't until we were almost back to my apartment that I realized what had happened and I got that sick feeling you get when you know you've done something really stupid and that there are sure to be consequences. I immediately began running through the possible outcomes as I turned the car around. One, my phone was fine and still sitting, relatively unscathed in the empty space that had been adjacent to where we parked; two my phone was somewhat damaged in the fall to the ground, which it had undergone before due to similar idiocy on my part, and would require some repair; three, some little midget bastard (AKA anyone between the ages of 15 and 18) had picked up my phone and began calling his entire family who still reside in Uganda and who he's been meaning to send a large quantity of picture messages or four, and by far the most disturbing, my phone had careened from my lap and landed in the foot or so of area in the neighboring space that would put it in the direct path of any vehicle that might have pulled into the lot in the 10 or so minutes we had been gone. At the time, I convinced myself that this was the least plausible outcome.
We returned to Williston to find my phone behind the right front tire of a Geo Prism in the following condition:
Remarkably the phone actually still powers up and as Hannah and I got back in the car after discovering it, it beeped to alert me of a missed call (presumably Hannah's test call on the way back to see if it was kicking calls strait to voice mail, indicative of it's complete destruction). Unfortunately, tests to see if it might actually still work on speakerphone were negative. I can probably salvage the micro SD card and the ringtones and few pics that are on it, but it'll do me little good seeing as my next phone is unlikely to be compatible with it or even remotely approach the e815's price tag. In my efforts to find a new phone on Wednesday I was met by the traditional pack of Verizon douche bags (I'll write about that eventually) and simply wasn't emotionally prepared to deal with it any further. I expect I probably won't have a phone until some time next week.