This, as you may or may not of guessed, is a rant.
Okay, I got my new phone. The LG Xpression, or whatever.
Before I can talk about that though, I must go back.
Back to my old phone.
Here is what I use the phone for:
Contacting people when needed
Texting friends when bored
Using texts to send to twitter.
That's it. Sometimes I take pictures, not often, sometimes.
What are my requirements in a phone?
Full Keyboard
Unlimited Messaging
That's it. I just want to send my freaking tweets/texts.
I was horrified to see my options when I set about getting a new phone.
First off, all touch screen. This isn't the kind of phone you can drop all the time. It WILL crack and you WILL have to live with that.
Second, all web browsing. Great! I don't have a data plan!
Third, all trying to be a smartphone without being a smartphone.
As previously stated, I don't care what the hell it does. As long as I can contact people when I need to and tweet.
So I get my Xpression.
Touch screen, web features I can't use, fancy camera options...all that jazz.
The big feature of this phone is supposed to be texting.
The keyboard is fine I guess, conversations option is something new for me, super easy to add media to the text.
It passes with flying colors then right?
Wrong.
I send a tweet from my phone.
The biggest thing I use my phone for.
Later I look at the tweet online and it's been spilt in two.
I recommend skipping the next paragraph.
WHAT THE FREAK? WHY DID YOU DO THAT CAN I NOT SEND TWEETS? THAT IS WHY I'M OKAY WITH NOT BEING ABLE TO GET ONLINE! IF I CAN SEND MY TWEETS IN ONE MESSAGE THEN I CAN USE THIS PHONE BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I FRIKKEN USE MY PHONE FOR. I TWEET I TWEET OFTEN AND I TWEET WHEN I AM AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN IF I CAN RECEIVE TWEETS IF I CAN'T SEND THEM. I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANY OTHER PRO IF I CAN NOT SEND A TWEET IN ONE MESSAGE.
Essentially it splits the message if it is over 67 characters.
Dude, 140 is limit enough. I don't need my phone holding my back as well.
I'm dead serious when I say if I don't find a way to fix this it's going straight back to the store.
HEEEY YOU!!
HEY YOU!
Yes you. I have to tell you something REALLY important!
Okay, are you listening?
If you like my blog PLEASE let me know and PLEASE spread the word!You can comment, follow, tell your friends, strangers, tweet about it, link it in your Facebook profile, make flyers and pass them out, write the url in the sky with a plane, change your friends' homepages to it, have it tattooed on your face, send out a mass text, write a letter to your local congress, eat your vegetables, make a tribute band, start a chain letter, spray paint it on a building, spell it out with alpha-bits, use your wits to build a machine and brainwash the general public, make a trendy internet video, whisper it in a horse's ear, brand it on a cow, enslave the human race, make it your bible, tell it on the mountain, start a fan club, respect your elders, do a flash mob, call random numbers to tell them about it, make a piece of art using only posts from this blog, tweet it again, start a webcomic, make a board game, post it on reddit, signal boost on tumblr, make a t-shirt, start a cult, make a crappy flash game, write a book with an extremely similar situation, call your in-laws, spread it on the grapevine, stitch it in a baby's blanket, tell your kids, tell a little birdy, you know whatever!
Just please let me know!
Yes you. I have to tell you something REALLY important!
Okay, are you listening?
If you like my blog PLEASE let me know and PLEASE spread the word!You can comment, follow, tell your friends, strangers, tweet about it, link it in your Facebook profile, make flyers and pass them out, write the url in the sky with a plane, change your friends' homepages to it, have it tattooed on your face, send out a mass text, write a letter to your local congress, eat your vegetables, make a tribute band, start a chain letter, spray paint it on a building, spell it out with alpha-bits, use your wits to build a machine and brainwash the general public, make a trendy internet video, whisper it in a horse's ear, brand it on a cow, enslave the human race, make it your bible, tell it on the mountain, start a fan club, respect your elders, do a flash mob, call random numbers to tell them about it, make a piece of art using only posts from this blog, tweet it again, start a webcomic, make a board game, post it on reddit, signal boost on tumblr, make a t-shirt, start a cult, make a crappy flash game, write a book with an extremely similar situation, call your in-laws, spread it on the grapevine, stitch it in a baby's blanket, tell your kids, tell a little birdy, you know whatever!
Just please let me know!
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Sunday, June 24, 2012
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Every. Fraking. Year.
WARNING! I AM ABOUT TO RANT.
First off, you need to know I like to build things with Lego. And giving my liking to writing sometimes building a fantasy world in Lego with mini figures helps get the creative juices flowing.
Now I can tell you that I have two younger cousins that come over for thanksgiving, and every single year my Lego world is destroyed.
It's gotten to the point were I have to choose what's most valuable, box it up, and stick it on the top shelf.
Yet somehow, no matter what measures I take, destroyed.
I think the only way at least SOME of my things can be saved is for me to hide it in my closet on the very top shelf in the back.
As much as I'd like to see the damage I really don't want to know.
Now let me add another layer to my anger. I have another pair of cousins that build things too.
It's one thing for me to rebuild my stuff, quite another to rebuild someone else's.
I see these other cousins about twice a year and thanks to those destructive little boys the majority of Lego time is spent rebuilding.
I think I'm going to post the next chapter of Sad, Tortured, and British on FictionPress now, get my mind off Lego
*UPDATE*
It got worse. My heart breaks a little more everytime I look at it. I want to stop but I can't, it's like a bad car wreck I can't stop looking.
Part of me wants to rip apart their creations to see their reactions. Tell them that what they are feeling, the anger and sadness is what I'm feeling, only worse because they just wanted something to do. Ask them if they even considered what they were doing.
But I can't. I can stand up to people and tell them off about just about anything. But every year when this happens to my legos, I can't.
I suppose it's because I know they won't get it. Curse me and this knowledge because I'd probably feel alot better.
Then again I also hate conflict and would rather keep the peace, in that way I'm such a pushover.
To top it off I don't have a bed tonight. So yeah...today was fun.
Oh I also have to clean the mess up, not because they won't (Their parents will make them), I just know that...
Who am I kidding? It's over.
I just heard someone tell the kid their broken...thing...was an easy fix and it just sunk in. I really wish you could see this guys because you would know what I mean.
Well in conclusion to my sad and angry rant:
My(and my other cousins's) entire lego universe is destroyed
I really liked said lego universe
Silver Lining?
1. I have so many pent up feelings left, so I am going to be really productive in terms of writing tonight.
2. Lack of a quiet place to sleep will force me to stay awake meaning I can finish Fringe
3. I can also pick up the remains of my shattered universe.
First off, you need to know I like to build things with Lego. And giving my liking to writing sometimes building a fantasy world in Lego with mini figures helps get the creative juices flowing.
Now I can tell you that I have two younger cousins that come over for thanksgiving, and every single year my Lego world is destroyed.
It's gotten to the point were I have to choose what's most valuable, box it up, and stick it on the top shelf.
Yet somehow, no matter what measures I take, destroyed.
I think the only way at least SOME of my things can be saved is for me to hide it in my closet on the very top shelf in the back.
As much as I'd like to see the damage I really don't want to know.
Now let me add another layer to my anger. I have another pair of cousins that build things too.
It's one thing for me to rebuild my stuff, quite another to rebuild someone else's.
I see these other cousins about twice a year and thanks to those destructive little boys the majority of Lego time is spent rebuilding.
I think I'm going to post the next chapter of Sad, Tortured, and British on FictionPress now, get my mind off Lego
*UPDATE*
It got worse. My heart breaks a little more everytime I look at it. I want to stop but I can't, it's like a bad car wreck I can't stop looking.
Part of me wants to rip apart their creations to see their reactions. Tell them that what they are feeling, the anger and sadness is what I'm feeling, only worse because they just wanted something to do. Ask them if they even considered what they were doing.
But I can't. I can stand up to people and tell them off about just about anything. But every year when this happens to my legos, I can't.
I suppose it's because I know they won't get it. Curse me and this knowledge because I'd probably feel alot better.
Then again I also hate conflict and would rather keep the peace, in that way I'm such a pushover.
To top it off I don't have a bed tonight. So yeah...today was fun.
Oh I also have to clean the mess up, not because they won't (Their parents will make them), I just know that...
Who am I kidding? It's over.
I just heard someone tell the kid their broken...thing...was an easy fix and it just sunk in. I really wish you could see this guys because you would know what I mean.
Well in conclusion to my sad and angry rant:
My(and my other cousins's) entire lego universe is destroyed
I really liked said lego universe
Silver Lining?
1. I have so many pent up feelings left, so I am going to be really productive in terms of writing tonight.
2. Lack of a quiet place to sleep will force me to stay awake meaning I can finish Fringe
3. I can also pick up the remains of my shattered universe.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Hulk
NO FEEL LIKE USING MANY WORDS. SO HERE LIFE.
CONCERT. BNL. VIP. FUN. UP ARCH. SCARY.
GET IPOD. WAREHOUSE 13. STAN LEE. EUREKA.
FARNSWORTH. ALTOIDS. TODAY.
CAT. DRAWING. P.A.T.L.E.
FACEBOOK
Telling you not to make me angry, this has been Thunderbird
CONCERT. BNL. VIP. FUN. UP ARCH. SCARY.
GET IPOD. WAREHOUSE 13. STAN LEE. EUREKA.
FARNSWORTH. ALTOIDS. TODAY.
CAT. DRAWING. P.A.T.L.E.
Telling you not to make me angry, this has been Thunderbird
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