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GIP!
My dormant ghetto Photoshopping skillz have returned to me. This is what happens when I get the day off.
Also, because I feel like this post needs something vaguely resembling content. For those who don't know:
My cell phone has always been sketchy. It's a flippy phone, and shortly after I got it, it managed to break itself. Sort of. The outside display thingy cracked *from the inside* while it was in my jeans pocket. (It's crafty like that.) It has this frankly rather ugly blue case that has become chipped over the past year. It's been acting up lately, blacking out, taking 5 minutes to load my phonebook, etc.
This weekend, it had a complete nervous breakdown of asshat proportions. All day, no one could hear me when they called me (even when I had 5 bars of reception!!) Of course, it just happened to be one of those days when everyone and their mother called my cell. After having maybe 5 conversations that went like this:
Person Calling My Tool of a Cell Phone: Hello?
Me: Hi, (name of Person Calling My Tool of a Cell Phone).
PCMTOACP: Hello?
Me: Hello? Can you hear me?
PCMTOACP: Sorry, I can't hear you. Hello?
Me: Gah!
(repeat, insert more cursing.)
My cell was this close to dying a painful death on the side of I-95. It was really frustrating, and eventually it got to the point where I could only communicate through text messages.
Anyway, my mom took it to get fixed while I was at work yesterday, and the nice guy at the cell phone place, who knows my family, tried to fix the patient. He ended up resurrecting the sad bastard from the cannabalized parts of other phones.
Thus ToolCell became:
FrankenCell ("It's aliiiiiiiive!")
The outside display thingy even works now. Unfortunately, just like in Young Frankenstein, it got the wrong brain, or rather, a new brain without my old phone book. I'm going to have to track down all the numbers in it, which is okay, except for my college friends, which is going to be tricky until I go back to school in the fall.
Still, that bummer is outweighed by the positives, i.e. being able to act like a five year old and lurch FrankenCell over my desk going, "It's aliiiiiive!" "Aaaah! Ruuun!" *makes crashy noises*
Simple pleasure, folks.
My dormant ghetto Photoshopping skillz have returned to me. This is what happens when I get the day off.
Also, because I feel like this post needs something vaguely resembling content. For those who don't know:
My cell phone has always been sketchy. It's a flippy phone, and shortly after I got it, it managed to break itself. Sort of. The outside display thingy cracked *from the inside* while it was in my jeans pocket. (It's crafty like that.) It has this frankly rather ugly blue case that has become chipped over the past year. It's been acting up lately, blacking out, taking 5 minutes to load my phonebook, etc.
This weekend, it had a complete nervous breakdown of asshat proportions. All day, no one could hear me when they called me (even when I had 5 bars of reception!!) Of course, it just happened to be one of those days when everyone and their mother called my cell. After having maybe 5 conversations that went like this:
Person Calling My Tool of a Cell Phone: Hello?
Me: Hi, (name of Person Calling My Tool of a Cell Phone).
PCMTOACP: Hello?
Me: Hello? Can you hear me?
PCMTOACP: Sorry, I can't hear you. Hello?
Me: Gah!
(repeat, insert more cursing.)
My cell was this close to dying a painful death on the side of I-95. It was really frustrating, and eventually it got to the point where I could only communicate through text messages.
Anyway, my mom took it to get fixed while I was at work yesterday, and the nice guy at the cell phone place, who knows my family, tried to fix the patient. He ended up resurrecting the sad bastard from the cannabalized parts of other phones.
Thus ToolCell became:
FrankenCell ("It's aliiiiiiiive!")
The outside display thingy even works now. Unfortunately, just like in Young Frankenstein, it got the wrong brain, or rather, a new brain without my old phone book. I'm going to have to track down all the numbers in it, which is okay, except for my college friends, which is going to be tricky until I go back to school in the fall.
Still, that bummer is outweighed by the positives, i.e. being able to act like a five year old and lurch FrankenCell over my desk going, "It's aliiiiiive!" "Aaaah! Ruuun!" *makes crashy noises*
Simple pleasure, folks.