fit with technology

At some point last week my cell phone stopped charging. To me, that implies it's dead.

It's not like I used it that much; I use a landline almost exclusively. And I have some fear of (contractual) commitment. But there are a few friends who don't understand why people don't want to be available by phone at all times of the day or night. The friend who gave me the thing made me take it, one of those ancient, enormous ones that probably originally came with a carrying strap that went over the shoulder. It has been satisfactory for sporadic phone calling for almost 5 years.

Admitedly, it has felt a little weird not being reachable when away from my house. I realise how much easier it is to organise at the last minute with a cell. Yesterday I was supposed to meet my friend in the mall (if you can call Kingsgate a mall), but he wasn't in either of the places we were supposed to look for each other. Had I the phone, I would have known that he figured I would just meet him at his house, since we had originally planned that anyway.

Cell phones prevent extra walking.

Today after picket duty, a few of us had to run some superfluous errands downtown, so went on a field trip. I figured I would just see if I could replace the adaptor (since that seemed to be the problem). The phone is 10 years old. What do you think they said? So the next option was, of course, to replace the phone. I am now the owner of a basic flip phone, made sometime this century. I feel so current, so now. And being reachable again is a little smothering.

Still tired from last evening. After poker class, we all played Zombies!!!, a game in which you either try to kill 25 zombies without dying or get to the heli-pad to fly away like a scaredy cat. The other three ganged up on me early and for the duration of the game; I guess I was too good at killing zombies, getting to about 18 because my strategy was to go into the crowd of them and kill them instead of waiting for the heli-pad to come up. (Is there a name for groups of zombies? A pod? A herd?) The one who hid in corners and didn't battle any zombies wound up winning in a most unimpressive way in Hour 3 (around 1am). Dissatisfied with the result, my friend asked if I wanted to stay and play another game after the other two left. So we wound up playing until the wee hours of the morning; I won by both reaching the heli-pad and killing my 25th zombie on the winning square. Victory is sweet, but it was so fricking hard to get onto the picket line by 9am. And I still hate zombies.

Currently listening :
Losing Money & Losing Friends
By Various Artists
Release date: 29 October, 1998