It is done...

The gifts are all given...the garbage all in the recycle bins... boys are in bed...

The tree is still glittering away in the corner...

And here beside me lies the gift I bought myself this year.  A Blackberry.

I know, I know...I'm a little behind.  My trusty little flip phone carried me through the years.  I could T9 text message like, well maybe not as well as a teenager but definitely as good as a 10 year old.  Or maybe not.  At least I think I spell better than a 10 year old.  Actually, probably not in text spelling, which is completely different than, well, old people spelling.  Listen, it's not as if I just retired my rotary dial phone okay?  You remember those...with the really stretched out phone cords that would get all twisted up... sigh...memories....  That's when 911 wouldn't have worked so well...takes a long time for the dial to get all the way back around from the 9....meh...

Anyways, imagine walking past a Bell store on Christmas Eve day and there's absolutely no one else in there.  It was a sign.  And since God created the credit card on the second day, I knew it was meant to be.  The time had come.

There, on the shelf in front of me, basking in the glow of the display lights.....The Blackberry.....insert choir of angels here....

But one must be cool when negotiating such a purchase.  Luckily, I had been shopping for some time, dear readers.  I was prepared.

Okay not really...  basically I couldn't decide if I wanted an IPhone or a Blackberry and I decided on the Blackberry because the touch screen is sometimes a pain in the ass and I'm easily frustrated....  Preparation hadn't gone much further than reading a few flyers and talking to friends.  Whatevs.  I want a phone that works, and gets internet and that I can text on.  The end.

Blackberry .. kewl...

So up I go, to the young salesman, smile on my face...and I tell him what I want.  He started talking about plans and gigasomething orothers and data whatchamadiggers...  I looked at him, cocked my head to one side, and told him that I had no idea what he just said.

So much for cool...and yes, I am a salesman's dream.  I know it, and I don't care.

As mentioned previously, I want a phone that works, gets internet, that I can text on, the end.  As for the plan..well, I have a plan that is working, that is the minimum I require, add the difference for the internet...I don't want to pick something from the damned complicated charts.... just friggin tell me what the good one is, how much it will cost, and, well...the end.

I count little pictures and measure lines for a living dude.  And colour.  And sometimes I cut and paste too.  It's nice.

My young buddy, on the other hand, gets to stand behind the fancy counter cuz he knows this shit...  As far as I am concerned, it's need to know, and I dunt need ta know!  Let me be clear...I want a phone that works, with internet and text.

You get the picture.  I probably got ripped off, but I don't care.  Ignorance is bliss.  And I have a shiny new Blackberry.

Now how does this damned thing work?

Anyone?