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Rant about my cell phone, Part I
As I was standing around in line, I was kicking myself for not having a pen,
so I could make a few notes for the inevitable blog entry. Then I suddenly
remembered: I have a cell phone! With a note pad on it!
Sure, it sucks having to type words using a numeric keypad, but it has enough
programming to realize that when I hit 4475 it's most likely because I want
to type out “girl” than “ggpj” (otherwise, I'd have to type 4 pause
444777555), but the “memo” feature only accepts about 40 cha
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