Speaking of narcissists, if we were all as temperamental and high-strung as the smartphones we ferry around, the world would be unbearable. Nothing would get done. Ever. Our lone activities would be clamoring for attention and throwing tantrums: look at me, look at me, listen, pick me up, talk to me, watch this, yoohoo, ring, … Continue reading : the diva in your pocket :
Tag: smartphone
: got nomophobia? :
Don’t laugh. You probably do. Nomophobia, you see, is shorthand for ‘no-mobile-phone phobia’ -- which is a fancy way of saying separation anxiety. Yeah, not so funny now, is it? 66% of you all have it -- that’s two-thirds if you’re keeping score, a pretty lopsided majority. Now, way back when nomophobia was first identified … Continue reading : got nomophobia? :
: I’m warning you :
On Friday afternoon, September 20th, 2013, I reblogged a post. I don’t know how or why, but I know I reblogged because I got an email (and a tweet) telling me I had. So did you. Surprise! Except I hadn’t done any such thing, not intentionally. What I did was get a whatchamacallit, a smartphone … Continue reading : I’m warning you :
: loop? what loop? :
The one that holds all the keys to all the information in all the world. The one that keeps you connected to everyone and everything. The one you’re in right this very second. Yeah, that loop: the Internet. Sadly, that’s the loop I’m out of. Once in a while I’m in the general vicinity, but … Continue reading : loop? what loop? :
: it needed killing :
When I say ‘it’ I mean the device they call a smartphone. Please, who do they think they’re kidding? Smart? Such a benighted little marauder should be dubbed a sadist-o-phone. For nearly a year now, it’s been the bane of my existence, the fly in my ointment, the bug up my nose. The very fact … Continue reading : it needed killing :
: my phone, the stoolie :
Boy, is my face red. All this time I thought that black thing, the one that rings and vibrates and bleats, was a cellphone. It’s not, it’s an informant. A snitch, a fink, a canary. It’s been keeping tabs on every phone call and text message and internet search and website visit. I'm not the … Continue reading : my phone, the stoolie :
the whirly girl 