Friday, January 15, 2010

Call me

No, not the Blondie song although Debbie Harry can ring my bell any time she wants. I have said for a long time that I won't get a cell phone until someone staples one to my head. What the hell can be so important that you need to have one of these things glued to you ear all the time? I'm already hooked on the internet so I don't need to become the slave of another electronic device.

But if I was to get a cell phone this one is right up my alley.




Still dealing with some things more important than politics so I will go back to my castle to continue lessons on How Not To Be Seen .

5 comments:

D.B. Echo said...

Good to hear from you again. Glad you weren't deported to Yemen or someplace.

WVW: logyred
Definition: Tired from too many words.

Gort needed a break because he was logyred.

Zen said...

Welcome back. Been taking a break myself. Did you hear anything about Moon Lake? I did.

Miss Kitty Sanchez said...

Gort, I'm sorry but if your new f-u phone ever pees on my iPhone, I might get a little upset because that's just rude...phones shouldn't do that to one another...

You're a good egg. Maybe a little scrambled...(you may insert the pot-calling-kettle reference here)

Glad you're sort of back to the canvass.

Big Dan said...

Palpatine looks for a job.

Dana said...

As for me, I'd just as soon get rid of my land-line, though Mrs Pico won't hear of it. I keep my cell with me, and use it for both personal and business use.

It's amazing how something I never thought of having fifteen years ago seems so indispensable now.