So. I’ve ranted about pod-people only to become one. And now, I fear, my technology addiction may only get
worse. You see, last night, I got a Blackberry Crackberry.
I didn’t set out to get one. In fact, I wasn’t going to get one. Our 2 year cell contract was finally up, and Jon especially was in dire need of a new cell phone. About a year ago, he washed his nice LG flip phone in the washing machine, and had been using a 5-year-old Motorola since then. Not only was this phone 5 years old, complete with walkie-talkie-style telescoping antenna, but Olive had gotten ahold of it and chewed the crap out of it. The battery was held on with duct tape. Now, considering what it had been through, the Motorola was holding up pretty dang well. In fact, if we hadn’t recycled it, we probably should have sent it to Motorola to use in ads, like Timex– takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’. Pretty impressive considering cell phones are basically DESIGNED to break within a year so you have to buy a new one (talk about Planned Obsolescence!), and there’s no one out there who will actually repair a cell phone. They think you’re nuts. Just go get a new one seems to be the attitude. Continue reading “i bet president obama doesn’t whine about HIS blackberry”