old dog; new tricks
True fact: my cell is a 2005 Samsung flip phone.
No camera. No internet. Pay-as-you-go, and I go rather slow.
But for the next two weeks, I get to try out an HTC One smartphone. I've never actually used one before, unless you count that panic attack I had once when Dr. Krog asked me to look up movie times using his thingy and I accidentally made it commit suicide. Or maybe it just ran out of batteries. But now, my challenge is to master this machine, 80s-montage-style, in time to mad-thumb tweets with pics during Dragon*Con.
My brain; it hurts.
I haven't tried to learn anything entirely new in a long time. Even writing books was just an extension of the poetry, reviews, and ad copy I've been barfing out for years. I'm sure most people didn't have this 0 to 60 period with technology, too. The rest of the world probably went from a flat phone to a flip phone to a flip with a camera to... um... Australopithecus Africanis... to an iThing. But I feel like a clumsy child, trying to maneuver in an entirely new world for which my sausage-fingers are ill-suited.
For example, fumblefingers mistyped her husband's number today and sent some ridiculous text messages to the wrong person. I had no clue until she explained she was a girl, and one without a goofy wife. Oops.
And I just now learned that I could edit photos! On the camera! And then tweet them!
For example, here's an exciting pic of Delilah's Home for Mistreated Toys:
And here's one of my steampunk pirate costume, but with the flash, because my arms aren't long enough to take a decent picture of myself:
At first, I didn't understand the big deal about a phone that contained your music, games, emails, internet, camera, video camera, and... um... phoney stuff. But then I was sitting in the Target parking lot, and the email I'd been waiting on arrived, and I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD.
This is the most instantly of instant gratification. Everything I need IS RIGHT HERE.
Let's just hope I don't get too attached.
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No camera. No internet. Pay-as-you-go, and I go rather slow.
But for the next two weeks, I get to try out an HTC One smartphone. I've never actually used one before, unless you count that panic attack I had once when Dr. Krog asked me to look up movie times using his thingy and I accidentally made it commit suicide. Or maybe it just ran out of batteries. But now, my challenge is to master this machine, 80s-montage-style, in time to mad-thumb tweets with pics during Dragon*Con.
My brain; it hurts.
I haven't tried to learn anything entirely new in a long time. Even writing books was just an extension of the poetry, reviews, and ad copy I've been barfing out for years. I'm sure most people didn't have this 0 to 60 period with technology, too. The rest of the world probably went from a flat phone to a flip phone to a flip with a camera to... um... Australopithecus Africanis... to an iThing. But I feel like a clumsy child, trying to maneuver in an entirely new world for which my sausage-fingers are ill-suited.
For example, fumblefingers mistyped her husband's number today and sent some ridiculous text messages to the wrong person. I had no clue until she explained she was a girl, and one without a goofy wife. Oops.
And I just now learned that I could edit photos! On the camera! And then tweet them!
For example, here's an exciting pic of Delilah's Home for Mistreated Toys:
And here's one of my steampunk pirate costume, but with the flash, because my arms aren't long enough to take a decent picture of myself:
At first, I didn't understand the big deal about a phone that contained your music, games, emails, internet, camera, video camera, and... um... phoney stuff. But then I was sitting in the Target parking lot, and the email I'd been waiting on arrived, and I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD.
This is the most instantly of instant gratification. Everything I need IS RIGHT HERE.
Let's just hope I don't get too attached.
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