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Changing telephone paradigms
Jul. 23rd, 2012 08:54 pmSo, I have an iphone now. This is, of course, immensely ridiculous of me, but there we go.
Before you ask, no, not my money. Parents were redoing the phones, and it turned out to be only a marginal difference. Yeah. I'm that asshole. Don't really feel like unpacking my privilege about it tonight.
I give everyone in all the world full pre-emptive permission to smack me upside the head when I'm being socially unacceptable about my phone use. My immediate thought about owning one is "Oh god, I am a douchebag now", which is absurd, because it's a clever little piece of technology, with a lot of nice little uses. The douchefear had to have come from somewhere, I suspect it's from people being socially unacceptable with their iphone use3. Those people are probably just assholes even without the sparkly phone, but I still don't wish to join their ranks.
Other things you should give me: Your number, ideally by texting it if you're so inclined. And no, I don't already have it. My previous phone was SO ANCIENT1 that they couldn't make it talk to the new-fangled space age ridiculosity. My number is the same as it's always been. It's linked in my userinfo, if you can't find it and think you ought to be able to, drop me a comment or something.
Also, naming ideas. Although the above sentence makes me think I really want something space-agey, especially golden age sci-fi space fic, where everyone wore bubble helmets and skin-tight spacesuits and used ray guns to fight aliens. Maybe Uhura, or Nyota which I find even prettier (and did not know because I don't actually know Trek). Or maybe I'll just stick with my old pattern of naming my phones increasingly abusive epithets2 and call it "Hipster Douchebro"
Her name is Nyota. Nyota is plenty golden age perfect sci-fi, being as it's the first name of Lt. Uhura (which I might call the device when I'm being formal) and any wavering I might have had was completely eliminated by the reminder of what Uhura's job is on the Starship Enterprise. Sold.
Alsoalso, app suggestions, if you are the kind of person to know of apps. Bonus points for "free", but yes, I am going to spend the two bucks to get the Unfuck Your Habitat app, because I think the blog is good enough to deserve the money.
That's me. Still in Chicago. There are many other pieces to my story right now, but the phone is easily the most worth sharing.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: This is a long story, but basically I've been using my mother's old phone from when I was fourteen. This is why I haven't had a space key for forever.
2: Satan, Devilbox, Magikarp, and PoS have all featured.
3: I'm looking at you, people in movie theatres, and also people who can't put the toy away. Pretty much everyone I've actually known with a smartphone has been wholly not an ass about it. I mean, I don't really love turning the conversation from "let's speculate about trivia" to "oh hey, wikipedia has the answer" but that's trivial.
I also know excellent people.
And no, this was not "typed from my iPhone", nor will any of my elljay entries be such, I assume. Maybe someday a long time from now when I've managed the keyoard better, but in the meantime, I will do what I can to keep living life while it happens, and blog about it when I get home. Not that I'm very good at that.
Before you ask, no, not my money. Parents were redoing the phones, and it turned out to be only a marginal difference. Yeah. I'm that asshole. Don't really feel like unpacking my privilege about it tonight.
I give everyone in all the world full pre-emptive permission to smack me upside the head when I'm being socially unacceptable about my phone use. My immediate thought about owning one is "Oh god, I am a douchebag now", which is absurd, because it's a clever little piece of technology, with a lot of nice little uses. The douchefear had to have come from somewhere, I suspect it's from people being socially unacceptable with their iphone use3. Those people are probably just assholes even without the sparkly phone, but I still don't wish to join their ranks.
Other things you should give me: Your number, ideally by texting it if you're so inclined. And no, I don't already have it. My previous phone was SO ANCIENT1 that they couldn't make it talk to the new-fangled space age ridiculosity. My number is the same as it's always been. It's linked in my userinfo, if you can't find it and think you ought to be able to, drop me a comment or something.
Her name is Nyota. Nyota is plenty golden age perfect sci-fi, being as it's the first name of Lt. Uhura (which I might call the device when I'm being formal) and any wavering I might have had was completely eliminated by the reminder of what Uhura's job is on the Starship Enterprise. Sold.
Alsoalso, app suggestions, if you are the kind of person to know of apps. Bonus points for "free", but yes, I am going to spend the two bucks to get the Unfuck Your Habitat app, because I think the blog is good enough to deserve the money.
That's me. Still in Chicago. There are many other pieces to my story right now, but the phone is easily the most worth sharing.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: This is a long story, but basically I've been using my mother's old phone from when I was fourteen. This is why I haven't had a space key for forever.
2: Satan, Devilbox, Magikarp, and PoS have all featured.
3: I'm looking at you, people in movie theatres, and also people who can't put the toy away. Pretty much everyone I've actually known with a smartphone has been wholly not an ass about it. I mean, I don't really love turning the conversation from "let's speculate about trivia" to "oh hey, wikipedia has the answer" but that's trivial.
I also know excellent people.
And no, this was not "typed from my iPhone", nor will any of my elljay entries be such, I assume. Maybe someday a long time from now when I've managed the keyoard better, but in the meantime, I will do what I can to keep living life while it happens, and blog about it when I get home. Not that I'm very good at that.