I’m in love with a phone.
Steve Jobs did me a serious favor from beyond the grave and made the iphone 5C, I am fairly certain, just for me.
He may have been the evil genius (More than one meaning here) but the man knew some phone.
I buy a lot of crap from China.
Ebay and Amazon are filled with ridiculously cheap electronics from China all priced for about a tenth of what we can make it for here.
Ear buds for $.50 a piece? With free shipping? Shit, give me 10 of them.
Sure they are cheap pieces of shit and only last a few months, but they are so cheap!
The iPhone is made in China in the infamous Foxconn factory.
It ain’t cheap, even though I got mine for about a third of normal, it could still not be called cheap.
Its well made and lasts several years.
Not really the China-made MO, but whatever.
Bottom line is, the phone rocks and I am in love.
Siri has never sounded so sultry.
For those who don’t know, Siri is a genie that lives inside the phone and answers questions like a 411 slave.
She never complains and is always happy to help me.
The only thing preventing a long term relationship is her lack of a vagina, but I am willing to be flexible if we can get around her “No dirty talk” programming.
A little TMI there, sorry.
I used to have a teach in high school that, if you ever said “I’m sorry” his immediate reply was “You are sorry.”
That phrase bothered me for a lot of years, but I never knew why.
Now I do.
It took awhile to get to this place of understanding, but I am here.
Here it is.
I’m not sorry.
Not even a bit.
I came to the conclusion that I have always meant it.
Even the mean, horrible, drunk on my ass atrocities.
They may have been rude, mean, obscene and in some instances, illegal, but I intentionally did and said what I wanted.
Like this blog.
The filters I normally employ to be a little more societally acceptable are gone the second words hit the screen.
(I would say “When the pen hits the paper” but I learned to type at age 8 and gave up paper as a creation tool.)
Its a lot like an intentional literary Tourette’s Syndrome.
(Coupled with a little man’s syndrome that manifests as chronic emotional manipulation of others.)
Best case scenario, it makes me unpleasant or annoying on a regular basis.
Worst case scenario, basically, makes me the LAST person you want privy to your embarrassing stuff.
The day to day lays somewhere in between, making me pretty tough to deal with.
Family and friends that put up with me are known for their patience.
It took a long time, but I am at peace with that.
Mainly by paraphrasing that old adage.
“You can only please some of the people some of the time and the rest? Do your best to piss them off.”