Don’t get me wrong, I love my iPhone, but mostly for being able to do a bunch of things with it. Get my email, surf the web, listen to music, watch videos, check my finances, Google maps, etc. I can even update this blog with it.
I just can’t stand talking on the phone. Any phone actually. I rather spend quality time face to face, than have a distracted bullshit session on the stupid phone. Sadly, as all my friends & family know, you’re more than likely to get my voice mail instead of me. Partly because I get lousy reception and dropped calls, other times I have a bunch of stuff going on and I don’t have time to chat. So you’ll end up going to voice mail, I’ll end up getting the pertinent info from your message and then I can get back to you.
You never saw an episode of Star Trek where Captain Kirk just chatted on the tricorder. He told his crew what was up or got his info and then it was “Kirk Out”; he was back to fighting, screwing or killing aliens. He’d beam back, kick it with everybody, Spock farts, they have a laugh and it was a wrap.
Anyway, back in the nefarious days of ’96, I had a Motorola Tenor. This thing was great because it let you receive voice mail messages instantly right through the pager with the original senders voice. So you never had to chat with anyone and they could leave you a short message. Too bad this service didn’t last long and I’m surprised what I paid for this clunky piece of crap back then. I guess it all didn’t matter, since I ended up losing mine on some train tracks after a chase from Baltimore’s finest.
From SmartComputing
December 1997
