My Fisher-Price Phone ...
I'm being ridiculous, of course. I can call a bunny, too. But my phone, for all its bells and whistles back in its day, is now one generation removed from a tin can and a piece of string.
Today, out and about, I turned it on [I keep it off for two reasons: a) no one ever calls me on my cell phone, and 2) I don't want to get hip cancer from leaving the thing turned on while it's in my pocket] to snap a couple of shots of a pretty tree:
And when I tried to post it online, my battery crapped out. That fast. Yes, how dare I take a picture and expect to post it.
It's beyond time for me to get a new phone. This poor baby just can't take much more. The battery cover pops off. The battery drains faster than Charlie Sheen doing a line of coke. The reception sucks. (Though it may suck on a new phone, too.)
I thought about driving to the phone store, right then. I thought about biting the iPhone bullet once and for all. Data plan be damned. Fine, send me a ridiculous bill every month.
But I didn't.
I've been waffling about a new phone for a couple of years. I don't know what I want. I don't need an iPhone. I don't want that level of connectivity. My palms are practically fused to my laptop as it is. Do I really want more access?!
But in this era of smart phones, "regular" phones truly do have all the heft of something by Fisher-Price. There's no there there. They don't feel like they'll be able to make a call. And also, while I know I can recycle devices, I hate the idea of replacing electronics. This is my fourth phone ever. Which is not such a big deal, considering the first one came in a bag with a battery the size of a box of concession-stand Sour Patch Kids.
Yes, I keep each phone for a long time.
But the time has come for me to heave myself into the next tier of cell-phone technology.
What should I get?