Good news, finally! People don't use the phone anymore. Sure, theyusethe phone, but not for the talky-talk jabbering bullshit part -- and by "people," we mean the New York media elitists and fashion designers and basic misanthropes who always hated the phone.
It was a wonderful place that could be used for just about anything like a restroom, love nest, smoking parlor, protection from attacking birds, changing into a superhero, target practice , run it over with your car, breaking records for occupancy of students and even have a private conversation with someone on the other end of your phone connection. Yes, those were wondrous times now get of my lawn punk.
I actually found some plans (schematics) for a cell phone jammer. I have been so tempted to build one of these things. The FCC highly frowns on such devices but still, I’d love to be able to disconnect the people who yell into their phones about how their infection is ruining their underwear or asking what’s kind of Hamburger Helper they should pick up on the way home.
I've long subscribed to the theory that if you ignore your incoming calls and voicemails, eventually all your responsibilities go away, along with all your problems.
I always assumed my phone aversion was due to a nervous breakdown I was convinced I was having. Now I have to come up with another excuse. Thanks a lot, New York Times.
Some people refuse to comprehend that improperly placed (or non-existent) punctuation can completely change the meaning of a sentence. And the spelling....oh, lord, the spelling...
Thank Allah, indeed. Before/after/during breaks in class I used to overhear a lot of drama, gossip and boring social arrangements. Now I just see attractive young people poking a small rectangle.
"For those in homes with stairs, the cellphone siren can send a person scrambling up and down flights of steps in desperate pursuit."
Desperate pursuit? Really? Haven't these people heard of voicemail? If my cell* rings and it's beyond easy reach (ie, not needing to move), I let voice mail get it. If my landline rings, my phone will even tell me who's calling...and, if I'm comfortably ensconced on the sofa, I don't even get up if my fiance calls.
*The ONLY reason I have a cell phone is because my boss pushed it on me. I put off getting one for 10 years, damn him.
It was a wonderful place that could be used for just about anything like a restroom, love nest, smoking parlor, protection from attacking birds, changing into a superhero, target practice , run it over with your car, breaking records for occupancy of students and even have a private conversation with someone on the other end of your phone connection. Yes, those were wondrous times now get of my lawn punk.
Time to bring back the phone booth.
I actually found some plans (schematics) for a cell phone jammer. I have been so tempted to build one of these things. The FCC highly frowns on such devices but still, I’d love to be able to disconnect the people who yell into their phones about how their infection is ruining their underwear or asking what’s kind of Hamburger Helper they should pick up on the way home.
I've long subscribed to the theory that if you ignore your incoming calls and voicemails, eventually all your responsibilities go away, along with all your problems.
I always assumed my phone aversion was due to a nervous breakdown I was convinced I was having. Now I have to come up with another excuse. Thanks a lot, New York Times.
My only problem with texting is the text itself.
Some people refuse to comprehend that improperly placed (or non-existent) punctuation can completely change the meaning of a sentence. And the spelling....oh, lord, the spelling...
Little Caesar rocked out the P-Funk?
Thank Allah, indeed. Before/after/during breaks in class I used to overhear a lot of drama, gossip and boring social arrangements. Now I just see attractive young people poking a small rectangle.
"For those in homes with stairs, the cellphone siren can send a person scrambling up and down flights of steps in desperate pursuit."
Desperate pursuit? Really? Haven't these people heard of voicemail? If my cell* rings and it's beyond easy reach (ie, not needing to move), I let voice mail get it. If my landline rings, my phone will even tell me who's calling...and, if I'm comfortably ensconced on the sofa, I don't even get up if my fiance calls.
*The ONLY reason I have a cell phone is because my boss pushed it on me. I put off getting one for 10 years, damn him.