SOMETIMES I think my life is shortened dramatically, not from the things that are supposed to harm myself (one thinks of smoking, carcinogenic foods, soda, masturbating which kills kittens by the way) but from things that are supposed to help me.
Things like technology.
My Blackberry gave me tonnes of trouble today as I suffered to reinstall operating system after operating system, in the vain hope of finding one that was not too bloated (they eat up the limited memory my Bold has) and possesses East Asian capability. I need the latter to read and write Chinese characters.
My carrier’s OS provides Chinese capability but because the world is run by fools on Olympus who think you cannot have your cake and eat it too, the OS is a terribly bloated sloth. After installation, I end up with only 20MB of memory.
That’s like a smartphone which cannot MMS. Or multitask.
Oh wait, there’s one for that too.
I cannot understand why iPhones, the best multimedia products in the world, cannot multitask or MMS. Do we have a name for such smartphones? Was Apple releasing subpar products just to earn more money in a kind of “soft launch” way. On a brighter note, I don’t seem to recall the users grumbling about memory.
And on the very same day when my Blackberry was acting like a poisonous fruit, my workstation happened to give up its soul too. Except for the fact that I slave away in a somewhat online company, I would have laughed.
I told a colleague or two that if this goes on any longer, I’ll turn into a Luddite. Scrape the pictures that should accompany words. Scrape the multimedia elements. Scrape the short-attention spans. Scrape the informality.
That’s why wherever I go, I carry a pen and a writing pad with me, regardless of my Blackberry.
It’s time to turn back the clock and return to the age of words, pencils and paper, landlines, grandmother’s underwear and what-nots.
guerrilla.moon 