Get your head out of the gutter. It’s a cell phone, not some type of crazy newfangled vibrating…never mind. I’m not even going to go there.
And it just isn’t any cell phone. It’s a Motorola Q9c equipped with Windows Mobile 6. That’s right, a smartphone.
Oh yeah. Look at that. It’s beautiful isn’t it?
Full QWERTY keyboard, integrates with Outlook, has Documents-to-Go functionality, has email and web service, Windows Media player. And, get this IT CAN MAKE PHONE CALLS TOO.
But I can’t help trying to shake this feeling that it is taking over my life. As I sit at my laptop and write this while periodically looking up to see how the Yankees are doing (Hey, Michael Kay and Al Lieter just started a full blown conversation about Manhattan College’s baseball legacy*) I can’t help but keep the phone within my field of vision.
Last night I even felt compelled to put my entire schedule on it.
Up to December.
I put every class on my Fall 2008 schedule and the dates of the newspaper meetings on it.
It sits here, to my left and it is beckoning to me. “Pick me up, send a text message with me, GO ONLINE AND RUN UP YOUR PARENTS PHONE BILL WITH MY PRE-INSTALLED INTERNET EXPLORER!”
Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to get this phone. I feel like it is going to try and integrate with me (hey, it’s already done so with Outlook) and it’s going to end terribly, like that episode of South Park with Cartman’s Trapper Keeper that is supposed to bring about a post-apocalyptic world in which humanity has to take up arms against the machines we have created to make life easier a-la Terminator.
Yeah, just like that.
*The Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY recognizes that Brother Jasper started the tradition, validating that version of the story as the origin of the late frame stretching. Take that Harry Wright, Cincinnati Red Stockings, and President William Howard Taft.
