This Is This

This ain't something else

Call Me On The Line Call Me Call Me Any Anytime

I got a new phone yesterday. It’s black and shiny and it makes calls, records video clips and stuff like that.

I know lots of phones already do that, but I’ve had the same mobile for about five years. It didn’t have a camera, it couldn’t receive video files or use the internet properly, but it made calls well and the battery lasted about a week and a half on a single charge, and it came free with work, so why change, right? It was also tough as hell. The body is all cracked up but it still goes, and how many of us can say that?

Now the trouble starts. I have quite an obsessive personality. If I read a book about the US Civil War, I will stay up until very small hours for weeks afterwards browsing websites for accounts of the battle of Gettysburg. If I watch a TV show I like, I programme the PVR to record every episode, then get cranky if I don’t make time to watch them. That’s why I have never seen an episode of The Sopranos. I know what I’m like.

On the plus side, I rave, I am passionate, I enthuse and delve. The downside, is that I become blinkered, obsessed, needy, like a child.

My wife knows this. She said last night, before I had said anything: “You’re not going to tell me about your phone non-stop for the next two days, are you?”

I had said nothing. I was reading leaflets. Of course I won’t. Now why would I do that. Listen to yourself: “…next two days….” Who would do that?

So my phone, right.

I was reading leaflets, and that’s how it starts. Now I want to know everything about what my phone can do. If I don’t know it, it’s a waste. What does 3G mean? I mean, really mean. That’s why I was up until the early hours of this morning pouring over features. And it seems all right.

I like how technology can teach us things about ourselves that we may not have known. We learn about our characters as we programme them. It’s a nice affirmation of the shrinking space between things and us.

Rob, is that a TIT4 statement?

Either way, have a good weekend. And that goes for everyone. I don’t want to hear it. Now go on. I’ll be right here. The guy with the shiny black phone.


Related post (although not strictly to this)
I have been writing about blogging a lot this week and remembered this post, which you might like.

5 Responses to “Call Me On The Line Call Me Call Me Any Anytime”

  1. Sam Says:

    It’s like 3D, but with Gs. A truly cosmic multi-spacial time-warping eclectic user experience.

  2. Ed R Says:

    Third Generation network backbone and protocols fior wireless communication.

  3. Mr Angry Says:

    Ha, I have an aversion to The Sopranos for exactly the same reason.

    I even went to great lengths to avoid hearing or reading about the last ever episode, despite having never seen a single one, simply because if I knew how it finished, then I would spend about £200 in HMV the following day and spend a month in front of a TV finding out why it finished where it did.

    I am not mad.

  4. Mr Angry Says:

    Oh, and on the phone thing, 3G is ace. I now have my mobile hooked up to my Sky+ box at home so I can watch TV on the train or in a coffee shop (in small doses, I do not yet have a 42″ widescreen phone), I can surf the web with impunity, and I can now make free phone calls with Skype.

    I am still not mad.

  5. Cliff Says:

    Is it mad when you visit your own blog with a new mobile phone? You know, a website you own and pay hosting fees for? Then paying to go and look on a small screen at the stuff you wrote?

    Now I know I should have bought the PVR with the USB ports. At the time I was thinking: “But it’s nowhere near the computer, I can save myself £70 here. USB ports in your telly box…”

    They wait, don’t they, those people? And then they make you look stupid.

Leave a Reply