I had such high hopes when I called AT&T customer service today to get my plan changed. The lady I spoke with was “I got a little drunk at lunch” nice, we confirmed repeatedly what I was getting, and I hung up with a sense of peace and happiness. I found myself mentally high-fiving Kathy (or was it Karen?) all the way to work.
Once home from work, I had more time to play with my new phone and it’s new features. It was then that I realized that I still could not send or receive multimedia and the Internet only worked via Wi-Fi. FACK!
I looked up the settings for both (on AT&T’s Web site) and put them in my phone. Internet: Check. Multimedia: Still no. FACK! The MAIN reason I kicked my iPhone to the curb was because it painfully lacked that feature. To most cell phone users, I’m sure this isn’t a big deal. To cell phone junkies like myself, however, it causes headaches and gas pains.
Soooo… I get to call back tomorrow and find out what the problem is. There are a million things I’d rather do than that, and they are all painful.
Oh yeah, and my voice mail doesn’t work either.
Peace, Brazilian waxes and bee stings.
Oh happy day! Today was the day I was supposed to get my new phone, but I couldn’t wait until today so I actually got it last night, after work. The transaction went very well and the guy was very nice. I got exactly what I wanted and so did he. High five. Oh and he didn’t try to kill me or molest me or anything- so that was nice.
So now, I present to you, fine blog readers… My new (and fabulous) phone: The Nokia N95.
Isn’t it beautiful? *sniff* I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it. I love the texting, the multimedia messaging and the camera kicks ASS. It’s a 5 Megapixel digital camera with Carl Zeiss optics, flash and auto focus. It shoots video too. And since I have a 1GB memory card installed as well, I can make long movies and take hundreds of pictures. I think I might faint.
It does a million other cool things, but I want to keep this short so that I can continue playing with it. If you really wanna know, here are the technical specs.
I’m off to continue playing with my new toy.
Peace and cell phone addiction.
I was just going through the spam in my Akismet filter, or as I like to call it: Porn Central, and ran across a couple of links that took me a little by surprise.
Now I’m no stranger to porn. I’m old enough to have seen my share of sex that real people don’t have, as well as some of what celebrities have put out there. (Pam & Tommy Lee… 2 thumbs up. Paris & Rick Solomon… Don’t ever do that again.) So when I’m scanning Porn Central, I’m rarely ever shocked, let alone confused. Today, however, two items got my attention. And since it is not an option for me to click their links to see what the hell, I will just keep wondering- but not before I share it with you:
One… What the hell is a “Foot Job”?? And two… Who’s out there with a hankering for a “Bitch Slap Video”??
I don’t think I really wanna know, but those were things that definitely had to come back out.
Peace and just the sex please.
In honor of the birth of one of my favorite people ever- my aunt- I found a Web site and created a Mad Lib just for her:
Barbara got out of bed early in the morning. She was plucky because it was her birthday. She showered and dressed and ate some McNuggets as fast as she could. She wanted to get to the Ho Down right away because she knew H. would have something totally rad planned for her.
“Oh, boy. I can hardly spank!” Barbara said. “H. always gets me a really supercalifragalisticexpialadocious big toe for my birthday!”
H. said, “What happened to your face, Barbara!” when he saw her. “Are you all ready for your birthday sex panther?’
“Of course, H.!” Barbara said crazily.
“Here it is!” H. said, and opened the closet door to reveal the biggest plumber’s crack Barbara had ever seen.
“Wow, thanks, H.!” she exclaimed. “This is the most fergalicious birthday ever!”
Happy Birthday B.! You are talented, beautiful and fabulous… And I adore you.
Peace and fergalicious birthdays!
I like to say that if it weren’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any. Most nights at work I get the worst tables, I ALWAYS manage to drive behind the dumbest, slowest fucking people on EARTH, and if you’ve read my blog before- you know my luck with guys has been less than stellar, to say the least. Well not today, my friends. Not only was luck on my side, it was buying me drinks and trying to take me home.
So I’m on my way to work and I’m driving about 50 mph in a 35 mph zone. (I don’t usually do that, but today I was running a wee bit late.) As I’m jamming along, I notice that- about 3 feet ahead of me- is a motorcycle cop semi-hidden on a little side street. After I peed myself, I started to panic. There was nothing I could do but let off the gas and hope that my car would jerk down to the speed limit, instantly. It did not.
As I’m passing the cop, I’m looking right at him. And he was looking right at ME. He watched me pass him. After I’ve passed, I decide to hit my breaks, which I know is pointless, but what the hell? Then I looked into my rear-view, fully expecting to see him with lights flashing, right behind me. But what did I see? Him pulling over the guy who was driving right BEHIND me! I am crappin’ you negative!
I don’t know how, and I don’t know why… But somehow my horrible luck attacked the poor bastard behind me and I was able to continue on my way… shaking like a naked chicken.
From now on I will be driving 35 down that street.
Peace and lessons learned.
I totally caved into “blog pressure” and signed up with EntreCard. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell it even is, or how exactly it works. However, until I know what I’m doing, I’m just whoring myself out on every blog with an EC widget. I’m a blog slut… but it’s ok because I’m letting other people be sluts on my blog too. Drop your card and, if you want to advertise on my blog, I’ll absolutely approve that shit.
I smoke too much. I have this love/hate relationship with smoking and I am seriously considering undergoing hypnosis to quit. I’m still in the “considering” stage, however, because what if he makes me bark like a dog every time the phone rings?
I am so excited about getting my new phone on Monday that I get little butterflies every time I think about it. This tells me that I need to find someone cute, STAT, and make out with him. Cell phones should never be the source of butterflies. Cute men, on the other hand, should.
I am curious about the other blogs that people who read MY blog read. If you’re reading this, won’t you be a peach and leave me a comment telling me what blogs you love to read? I’m feeling adventurous. If you leave a link, be prepared to be caught in my spam filter. But no worries… I’ll fish you out asap.
This chick cracks me up.
Peace and random thoughts.
Well, it’s official: I’m over the iPhone. It is pretty, and useful and I’ve enjoyed it very much- but with no multimedia messaging (or other features I need in a phone) in sight, I’m ready to move on.
This decision has been bittersweet, I must say. I LOVE the iPod, Google Maps & instant iTunes downloads. However, I really hate not being able to send or receive multimedia messages. Every time someone sends me anything other than a plain text, this is what I have to do: Go online (with my computer because iPhone also does not support Flash), log into AT&T’s junky-ass, Flash-based “multimedia center” (using a random username and password), then cross my fingers and hope that attempt was successful. Sometimes it is… sometimes it takes several tries. Either way, it’s a big pain in the ass and I’m over having to deal with that.
Another thing I’m “over” having to deal with is my monthly bill. It’s ridiculous. And since iPhone’s have their own plans, there isn’t a lot I can do about it. My bill this month is $123.00. Doesn’t matter… I’m getting out.
So I have already found the phone that makes my heart beat fast. However, said phone costs more than my iPhone did- so I was prepared to wait and save up like a good girl until I could afford it without having to sacrifice Dirty Porn Stars and hot wings. And then a brilliant idea came to me: CraigsList.
There is this nifty little area of CraigsList for bartering. So I posted an ad… My iPhone for My Dream Phone. And today I got an email from a very nice person willing to trade me his very new phone-of-my-dreams for my little iPhone. Yipee! After many email exchanges, the deal was made and it goes down Monday. I can hardly wait. Wish me luck. 
Peace and CraigsList happiness.
