Mood: apologetic, grammatical, gadgetted
[Toot!] Index: 0.0
Communism Bit: Off
Location: Job, of course
First, the apologies. :o)
Sorry, world. Sorry, everybody. Sorry, DeTamble. Sorry, Carlo. Sorry, Antipop. Sorry, me. :o)
I've been pretty dark on my posts. Negative and all. The mean streak leaking onto my keyboard, and so on. I'm putting ranting aside, if only for a while. I figured I should have another blog for my "opinions" and leave this to have more sanity, but that is impractical at the moment. I'll just put the "opinions" on hold.
Next, the grammar.
You see those sentences up there? "Sorry, DeTamble. Sorry, Carlo. [...]"? If I was slow with my comma, it would turn from "forgive me, DeTamble" to "pitiable DeTamble". That's what "Sorry DeTamble" would mean. Grammar matters, y'all. Oh, wait. No opinions allowed. :o)
Actually, so I'm a grammar freak. Whatchu gon' do? Whaatchoo gooon' doo‽
That brings in the interrobang. A character, informal, that combines the interrogation, okay?, and the exclamation bang, I swear!, and giveth I the combination. Interrobang!? Interrobang‽
I bought me the Samsung C160. There are a number of shortcomings and successes on this here phone. No Bluetooth or Infrared. Is that sane, for a phone done in 2007? Maybe they figured it was useless, since it can't play MP3. Also, when you type with the T9 dictionary, where the space key and the "guess next word" function are on the Nokia are swapped on this phone. I'm not saying they should ape Nokia, but Nokia got it right, because if the space, which I hit a lot (since I write SMS in good, uncompromised grammar) is closer to my thumb's base, and I use the thumb to type, it becomes impossible to twist the finger to hit the space. Plus it cost me Shs. 120,000/=, and I was told I could have got it cheaper elsewhere. But I've seen it on a billboard in the old taxi park, so at least I got a product Samsung actively cares about. Consolé.
Oh, and it doesn't wake me up. The alarm only works when it's left on, and I switch my phone off to sleep.
But what went right with it outweighs the bad, for a relatively-cheap phone as her. (It's a girl, my phone, and these are the features that gave it away.)
The phone is gorgeous. It'll be on a feminist glam mag cover. Here:
Also, it has FM, though I don't use that. It surfs the web, though (again) I don't use that (no way to turn images off, though, which hogs my money when I surf). It has nice, chimey sounds all over. It's so simple, and lacking many features, which is good because the little you have will become second nature. It doesn't try to do everything, and succeeds at getting that right. It's not anaemic, not bloated—just right.
And the keypad, O God. It's very nearly an erotic experience typing on its keys. And the key tones have a "xylophone" mode that even I, hater of phone sounds, left in. Big, big characters on the screen, too. Nice phone.
Also, my Ma sent me this disturbingly-gorgeous MP3 walkman from Sony. It's such a cute wee thing. The backlight is clear, the text clean. It's sturdy, light, and has a cute velcro holster. I just got it today, and I already adore it.
It has a calorimetre, so helps you when you use it during fitness excercises and the like. It is no iPod, but it need not be. I mean, it came with some really fine music. It has already won. (Norah Jones, some psychedelic guitar-work reminiscent of Jimi Hendrix, Chinese instrumentals, some Iranian drums and flutes, some screeching rock, and too much sensual jazz.) It is coolness in and of itself, even without the über-fast USB charging. It's like having a Danish cookie fall from the sky into your lap. Wait 'til it is engorged with M'bilia Bel and Jean-Paul Samputu. :o)
I nearly added some crude joke about how I may subconsciously be drawn to it as a phallic symbol, but I don't think the time is right for Freudian jokes.