E.T. Phone Home

Shut up. It's not funny.

Okay, so maybe it is. I got that a lot when I was a kid. E.T. came out either the year before or the year after I was born. Curses.

I got a brand new Blackberry a few days ago. I'm so overly thrilled with it. It's not one of the newest models. I wouldn't be able to afford it. It's a 8330 model. I'd been dying for one ever since may days of volunteering. Tha's when I REALLY could have used a Blackberry. Why didn't I get a friggin' Blackberry when I still had student loans?

Speaking of student loans (and I know that the MLA folks frown on ending one paragraph by eluding to the topic of the next, but they can screw themselves), I have to pay my student loans back. The first will begin shortly. Because of my lack of financial security, I'll need to defer. Friggin' A.

Back to the phone I adore. I went to an authorized agent in the area. The guy had just started up from a chain of other stores. His inventory was suffering when I called, as it turns out. I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, about a week after I'd originally called the turd who fills stores' orders decided to fill his order.

The stupid part is that I had agreed to borrow a Pearl for the time being. I needed a wireless solution for my email pretty quickly because while I am... where I tutor (my mother warns me about giving my location away)... I cannot pick up the WIFI signal on my laptop. Why? I don't know. IT figured out a solution, but the moment I disconnected from the connection - POOF!

I put in some of my regular contact email addresses. Once I got my Curve, the guy at the agent's switched over my contacts. Oh, but here's the extra stupid part. I went to the store and there was a guy there whom I didn't know who - obviously - works there. He was told to switch me from the Pearl to the Curve. Easy enough, right? Nooope. Turns out Eroes was giving him fits because the entire Verizon network was giving fits. I had to be in... the town where I used to live... in an hour, so I had to go. STINKIN' *$#!

The next day is when I finally got my phone that had all my contacts in it. I couldn't used the Pearl at all because the connection had been knocked out of it. The original dude I'd talked to had a hell of a time trying to get my new Curve to link up to the network. It was because the Pearl and the Curve were in wireless limbo. I dunno how that works, but now I know.

So now, I am BBerried. I'm hooked on Crackberry. And there's no going back. Once you go Blackberry, you never go back. Biatch.

Simple Life of Dogs

Our dogs are laying about the house without a care in the world. Oh, to be a dog. Would it actually be that grand, however? Puppies held in the arms of owners so proud to purchase the rut of the litter, do they know what glee they bring to the household? The poor pups must go through a surgery which strips them of a natural drive. Dogs may go through such unfortunate diseases as Parvovirus or Dystemper. The dogs may starve if not for a human placing a bowl of enriched morsels on the floor. If not for a collar, a dog which wanders aimlessly across the street from his or her owner's yard may be lost until found. In about 12 to 15 short years, a dog may have to wag his tail one last time and his owner may be devistated. That is, until another puppy is introduced.

Are we the same way, to an extent? Does someone take pride in our existance - a brand new little being who is just learning how to roll over, crawl, walk, and, perhaps, eventually run away from all that is good and comfortable? Are we in a fight to protect each other and ourselves from our own possible calamity? Will we always be desparate for our government's currency in order to make a living, put food on our tables, and make sure that we do not die of something preventable? Will we have only 77.7 years to live on this Earth, or will our time become extended because we care enough, or are paranoid enough, to care for ourselves as we should, or think we should? Will we have someone say "how sad, how sad" when we cease to exist? Is "how sad, how sad" honorable? Or should those whom we love, dislike, and/or respect feel free to say "s/he led a good life. Let's have a party in his/her honor!"

Inglorious or glorious? Or both at the same time?

Churchill lays upon his mat with his head resting on his green blanket. Churchill became sick with Parvovirus and was nursed to health, an bill which deserves no recognition. This dog's life was saved because of love, not money. Li'l Bit lays next to his dearest owner who wishes she had taken more pictures and videos of him when he was but a baby. Sure, he does not listen when called. In fact, he wanders the completely opposite direction. But the little snaggly teeth, the shiny black bottom lip and the little Zorro mask make it all not matter.

Oh, to be a dog.