Getting a so called upgrade
I feel a bit dizzy.
It’s nothing serious: it’s just the consequence of phoning my mobile’s help service.
The girl was nice and very cheerful but of course she was foreign, and to make matters worse she was a fast talker. However I did finally get the answer I wanted after some considerable difficulty. Luckily the call was free.
While trying to photograph my odd bits of furniture I discovered that my camera is going gradually downhill. Some time ago the little panel on the back that flips out to provide a viewer started working erratically. I persevered and generally was able to live with it. While doing my furniture session I realised that the flash is now fucked as well. I have had the camera for many years so maybe it’s time for a decent funeral?
My mobile phone has been pissing me off for years. It’s fine for calls and the occasional text but that’s it. Lately I was persuaded to use WhatsApp which allows me to chat, text and even video my calls, and seeing as I generally make calls from home, I can do it all through my Wireless [God be with the days when a Wireless was a radio?]. However said WhatsApp is clunky on my phone and generally just gives me a white screen. There are several other applications I use and they too are equally problematic.
So I was faced with a choice of upgrading my phone and replacing my camera. But seeing as the quality of photography on mobile phones these days is far far greater than my old camera, I decided to splash out on just a mobile phone. I don’t use the camera much these days anyway.
In the course of investigating new phones I discovered that once more technology is screwing me. I can no longer just switch my SIM card to the new phone because the fuckers have changed the size of the card. So I had to find out if I can switch my number to the new card, which apparently I can, but it means going into Skobieville. Or I might just use the new number, as that will stop people bugging me with phonecalls.
I have now ordered my new phone. I would mention the model type but I know I would be inundated to comments telling me I had bought a piece of crap, and that I should have ordered a X, Y or Z. Let’s just say that I can’t even pronounce the name of the manufacturer, let alone remember what model I finally ordered.
Now I can only wait to see if I made a good choice.
We will have to inundate you with guesses then.
A hewey wayey?
Or ex eh oh mommy?
Right first time [so I’m not the only one who can’t pronounce it?]
It sounds like someone upchucking a feed of pints into the toilet?
It seems to have more syllables than there are letters.
I will be referring to that brand as “Barf” from now on.
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I’m sure the spooks in Beijing will have hours of fun dissecting all your communications.
But with all the technology contained in the new one, will it still let you make phone calls?
Probably not, but I don’t make many anyway. Apparently it’s a 4G [whatever that is] when I can barely get 3G here. But I am assured 4G is available if I stand on the roof.
Well, at least from the roof you’ll be able to wave to all of us, no need for the unpronouncable thingy then 😉
Yup, I thought it might be a Huawei as soon as you said you couldn’t pronounce it. I’m pretty sure you could pronounce Samsung or Apple or plain old “Some sort of Android thing”–which is actually what you’re getting despite the lack of pronunciation. And I think 4G is somewhat better than 3G whatever that was.
No, it’s not, because if it doesn’t work, the fallback is edge which will crawl in a way that makes you want to just walk to the one you’re trying to phone. Or commit suicide. Or better: murder – can one murder a phone?
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No: if it p’s you off sufficiently such that you resort to violence, it’s pesticide not murder.
It’s a good job the same rule doesn’t apply to people who p you off: if it did, the body count (in my case) would be staggering!
Murder a phone? Probably not since you can only murder a fellow human being. Something I contemplate every time I see one of those human beings texting while driving, yapping on one during a movie or in a super market or just about anywhere where it’s extremely annoying and they just don’t seem to give give a f…
…well, you get what I mean.