My daddy said, Son you're gonna drive me to drinkin'

[rolanni]

I have a new cell phone! It is beautiful. It has a slidey case, and a camera and bluetooth and web browsing and texting and a calendar and all kinds of other things that I'll probably never use, and! a screen that's big enough for the Hopelessly Nearsighted to read, in pretty! colors!

*has gadget love*

It is, of course, a Tracfone, because Who in Ghod's Name can afford a monthly phone contract with T-Mobile? My last cell was also a Tracfone, and the one before that, stretching into the chilly mists of time. I transferred the number and minutes from the old phone to the new one, and Now I Wait, phone-free, for 72 hours. I did lose about 1,000 minutes in the process (use your cell phone, much?), because they'd been transferred from the previous phone to the now-newly-previous phone, and sorta fell off the end of the table. Still, I'm not gonna starve, and it was totally worth it to get the big screen in pretty! colors!

*sigh*

In other news, our film viewing of late has been Unremittingly High-Brow. We have in recent evenings viewed Wall-ee and also Race to Witch Mountain, both of which we, and Hexapuma, enjoyed profoundly. Yes, we are shallow -- all three of us.

Today it is sunny, but cold, and I really need to find my scarf.

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[rolanni.livejournal.com]

I think of my cell phone as an Instrument of Defense, first. If the tire comes off the car a mile outside of town in a snowstorm, I have Contact with the outside world, or, more importantly, AAA. I juice it up once a year and basically forget about, which is how I happened to have so many minutes; they roll and keep on accumulating, until you change phones and some fall off the wagon.