Violently, if not thoughtlessly I have been ripped through the fabric of time and space and forced, through no choice of my own, to abandon a faithful and tireless companion, of almost 4 years. This week has been one complete with both stress, trauma and frustration. Yes, it has happened.
I have a new cell phone.
Well, technically, it’s not “new.” It’s a hand me down from Beloved. I guess they don’t call them hand me down’s any more, such things are referred to as being upcycled. Well, what ever you want to call it – I call it confusing!
This is my good old buddy, The Samsung Intensity, circa December 2009. Oh, how I treasured our time together. We would talk, pick and chose from a numerous selection of ring tones, take adorable pictures of the kitty and even send texts to friends and family alike.
This is my new phone. It’s an iPhone 4s. I realize that I am very very late to the party, as the first iPhone was released 6 years ago, back in 2007. But, this my very first “smart phone.” And, I was sort of excited at the prospect of a “smart phone” thinking maybe I could learn some pertinent information.
Because, inside my phone, dwells a being of unknown type, who goes by the name of Siri. Supposedly, she is very smart and useful. Up to now, I have found her to be neither.
Her inability, combined with her lack willingness, to disclose to me Eddie Vedder’s current address and phone number (either in Seattle or Hawaii) has led to quite the intensity of ill feelings, between the two of us.
The only other thing I wanted to do with my phone is take pictures of kitty. Apparently there is a learning curve with the camera!
Oops, wrong end.
OK, that one wasn’t completely my fault!
This is much better.
Ah, here we go!
Anyways . . .
My silent protest against the tyranny of the phone companies forcing us to all purchase outrageously priced data plans and overly priced talking devices, noiselessly limps to a disheartening end.
Beam me up, Siri!