Mr Alexander Graham Bell invented the phone – and I know this is an amazing concept – so people could TALK to each other. Not text each other, not e-mail each other, not shop E-Bay, cruise the internet or stay in touch with friends on Face Book, even though they just TEXTED you two minutes ago.
If I ever get a I-Phone, better check Hell, because the odds are it is freezing over. My friends have I- phones and I don’t. And I know – the most astonishing part of the last statement was that I have friends
And everyone has 4-G phones, What the hell is 4-G? I went to Wikipedia and it said,
“4G refers to the fourth generation of cellular wireless standards. It is a successor to 3G and 2G families of standards. The nomenclature of the generations generally refers to a change in the fundamental nature of the service, non-backwards compatible transmission technology and new frequency bands. The first was the move from 1981 analog (1G) to digital (2G) transmission in 1992. This was followed, in 2002, by 3G multi-media support, spread spectrum transmission and at least 200 kbit/s, soon expected to be followed by 4G, which refers to all-IPpacket-switched networks, mobile ultra-broadband (gigabit speed) access and multi-carrier transmission. Pre-4G technologies such as mobile WiMAX and first-release 3G Long term evolution (LTE) have been available on the market since 2006 and 2009 respectively.”
Oh – like that clears it up. And like I CARE!
I am getting old and grumpy and I don’t want a phone to “keep my calendar for me.”
Thank-you but I can do that myself. Go to the dollar store, pick up a daily calendar and WRITE in it. That has to be much easier than turning on my cell phone, finding the calendar app, using those stupid small keys to type in my appointments.
Look I am a free-lance writer. The only appointment I need to write down is “Happy Hour – Five 0’Clock.” I just have to remember it is 5 p.m.. not 5 a.am. – That has confused me several times and really messed up my day.
By now you are wondering what this rant is about. We need to quit complicating life. The perfect example is the car radio.
I love old cars. They have a radio. It has an on button and a dial. You turn the on button, twist the dial and get the station you want. It ain’t complicated.
But whenever I rent a car. I get in and start crying. They always have a radio that looks like something that belongs on the space shuttle. There are more buttons and digital displays than a monitoring station at a nuclear power plant. It has FM, AM, CD, Satellite Radio, IPOD hook-up, fade, Blue Tooth, Decayed Tooth, GPS, Balance and I feel very UNBALANCED.
I sit in the rent-a-car parking lot for two hours trying to figure out to turn the damn thing on.
I just want a phone I can talk on, a radio I can turn on and off with one button – perhaps I am asking too much. I don’t want any APPS to shop for me, find directions for me, find my next wife for me. I just want a phone with really big buttons that I can dial and talk to people.
I think I know how the dinosaurs felt. I would call you and talk about it, but I am still trying to figure out why my cell phone beeps every ten minutes for no apparent reason at all.