Don’t call my cell phone
I’m just posting this here because I can’t remember who I’ve told this to, and I just realized I don’t remember my voicemail password on AT&T so I can’t get cell-phone messages from another phone.
My Blackjack bit the dust in Orlando last week. Long story, ending in a hot tub.
I’ll get another phone soon, perhaps on July 11 if not before.
Yes, something like this has happened before. Oh well, this time I got nearly a year out of the thing.
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on June 17, 2008 at 11:02 am Gareth wrote:
Doug,
To paraphrase Oscar Wilde - To lose one phone, Mr Mahugh, maybe regarded as misfortune, to lose two looks like carelessness.
On the flipside - “Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.”
Immersion seems to be a common theme. Maybe divest yourself of electronica when in the vicinity of water.
You are no doubt aware of the laptop arms race amongst sales people. I recall an event when we had a slightly older laptop, that was not the latest model enjoyed by some of the other sales people returned because “it had stopped working”. On closer examination, it was possible to distinguish the outline of a footprint on the screen.
In addition, an iPhone indeed, you quisling.
Gareth
on June 17, 2008 at 11:19 am Doug wrote:
But, but, but … it’s an Open XML interop demo I can carry around in my pocket! Seriously, it’s a pro-Microsoft phone to be carrying, if you think about it the way I’m trying to convince myself to think about it. Convincing others, though — as always, there’s the rub. (And for Americans who don’t grok Gareth’s bizarre British phrasing, Quisling=Benedict Arnold.)
Something strange happened deep inside my brain last Wednesday that caused me to become very forgetful. Not only did I forget that my phone was in my pocket when I hopped in the hot tub, but earlier in the evening I had forgotten my laptop at the convention center, and had to return to pick it up before the place was locked up for the night. I think that’s the only time, in all my dozens of business trips in recent years (or even business trips going back long before), that I’ve ever forgotten my laptop anywhere. When that happened I should have recognized the warning signs of accumulated sleep deprivation and gone straight to my room to rest until I was more alert and mindful, but instead I pushed my luck by staying out another hour or two. Sigh.
on June 18, 2008 at 5:06 am AUNT MARSHA wrote:
Statistically, the average life of a cell phone is 18 months.
That yours was submerged in that early month of its life struck me as perhaps baptismal and wonderous.
We can only hope that it now is receiving messages in the deep (where the true miracles are performed, btw).
on July 3, 2008 at 10:40 pm Back on the cellular grid | Doug’s World wrote:
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