I'm suffering from cellular withdrawal. My phone must have gotten swine flu because yesterday, it started acting funny and eventually we were unable to keep it away from the light. Ben even drove up to Salt Lake to the iphone store, but they said it was out of warranty, so we said good night.
Now I find myself instinctively grabbing at my pocket to turn on some music, or take a picture, or text someone. Alas, each time I am reminded of the departed. So we must move upward and onward.
Maybe Beetle will let me use her phone when she leaves.
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beetle's phone is sicker than dead
it's reached a point where it is only a mockery of life
and undead phone, if you will
Just coming to work today I was nearly run off the road by a big pickup whose driver was busy gabbing away. When I walked in the building the only 2 kids I walked past were either talking or texting. It hit me that if you want to make money just sell people the second level of Maslow's hierarchy, love and acceptance. All these people on phones 24/7 are basking in the assurance that someone out there cares enough to listen or to talk to them. Their lives are complete!
So true dad, so true
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