I love my Sidekick II but it's been misbehaving for the last month. It keeps losing its signal until the day I say I'm finally going to take it in to the store, and then it behaves itself. Then I ask the dude if this is some kind of nefarious plan to get me to buy a Sidekick III and he swears no.
I LOVE my Sidekick II. I haven't even had it for year yet because I bought it to copy Jane. Well actually that after I saw hers in person and operational I was like whoa, I want one. So I was a big lame copier, but also that we don't live in the same place anymore :'( so that made it less lame. I think.
But I looooooove my Sideckick II. I don't want to get a Sidekick III because they're only updated in ways I don't need, and they're not all bulky and huge which I LIKE, and plus mine is all nice and chipped up and broken in, now I'm afraid quite literally so. I can't even justify getting one for the limited edition versions that just came out because the limited edition ones quite frankly suck.
So what happened today is my bottle of eyeglass cleaner popped open and totally soaked the LCD screen of my Sidekick II and it looks like some kind of 3D lenticular rendering of a Robert Motherwell Elegy which is kinda awesome but at the same time does not lend itself well to the cellular phone and messaging device experience.
I'll see if the hair dryer helps it but if not it'll be my least durable cell phone ever. It's only the third phone I've ever had in eight years. But it's also the only phone I've ever used nearly every single day I've had it, so I guess that counts for something.
Now if I get a new one and THAT one keeps dropping a signal, I'll be oooooooh I will be so heated.
PANDA BABIES. I've watched this at least 50 times this week. CRANK IT UP (when the ad is over).
But did she ask him about his hair?
Because seriously, I can't concentrate on anything else. It's a question that needs answering. That, young lady, is the foundation of good journalism.
(I LOVE how she looks completely judgmental and may quite possibly be sucking her teeth, though. "Nuh-uh. That is not working. Hmm-MMM. No, son.")
Perhaps you could say I've been distracted, or maybe even BUSY, or creatively bankrupt (I'd say you could certainly say that); or maybe I was sick (check) and then I had an anniversary (yay!) and also just whiling away the days until the arrival of NBA MEDIA DAY! a.k.a. Christmas in October.
Then, THEN, I'm presented with a hairstyle that is engineered only to offend the laws of space and time. Yes, Brad is a genius in his ability to find new ways to look confounding on media day. He truly outdid himself this year. And because his hair DEFIES EXPLANATION, guess what? I'll explain it later. Touché, Mr. Miller. Touché.
In the meantime, reminisce with me on the 2K5. (I'm also working on a special secret Media Day project.) (SHH! It's a secret.) (Also, by "working on" I mean "imagining in my mind," but it'll be worth it.) (I promise.) (If I ever do it.)
Hey look! VLADE!
