My phone died today. No warning, no rhyme, no reason ... just repeated "trying to connect to the desktop" syncing then ... nothing. So long Palm. I loved you. You were a good phone. Despite my repeated drops on pavement, you were Timex-like, in that you kept on tickin'.
Tomorrow I get the joy of getting another phone. Now let's just start of by saying that I don't know jackshit about phones other than: 1) I want to be able to call; 2) I want to be able to send texts (message, video and picture); and I want it to sync to my calendar at work.
Pretty easy, right? I mean, the list is short, it's no big whoop, it's basic.
Well fuck me runnin', finding a phone like this that doesn't require "instant web access" or "instant email updates" is like I have revisited the Phone Dark Ages. I want a smart phone but not one so smart I am a complete fucking idiot compared to it. I'm thinking Palm again, as I know what to do with the darn thing and likely won't have to learn a million more details.
I'm a Verizon customer, much to my AT&T lovin' & workin' friends chagrin. The store nearest to me (and, for that matter, all other Verizon carrying stores) closed at 6 p.m. tonight. It opens tomorrow at 9 a.m. I am going to be on it like white on rice in the morning.
Then I won't be phoneless anymore.
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