We finally broke down and got new cell phones.
We've had 'em for probably about four years, and Ross has subjected his to all sorts of damage (like throwing himself at the ground while running, and smashing into Toad's head). The batteries didn't like to charge anymore, and Ross' phone didn't always ring when it should.
So we got 'em. The LG VX8300, which has all sorts of features we'll probably never use. I've gotten carried away and have downloaded three different ringtones, and I'm tempted to download a game. I've resisted so far; I downloaded one game for my ipod and that has given me untold hours of entertainment. I'm a huge sucker for the peculiarly addictive delight of small-screen video games. I think it might have something to do with the age I grew up in... or simply a game-oriented mind. Ross, who is after all only one year older than me, is completely impervious to the lure of games, video or otherwise. It must have to do with brain chemistry or upbringing. Or both. It's just that... god, I love games. There is certainly a social element, as any game is better with involvement of friends, but I'll happily play some games solo for hours and hours. I'm not as bad as some - I do not live for games. I don't have an online persona; I don't spend my fortune on virtual gadgets.
So. Cell phones. I was listening to mpr today and they used a Cake song for bumper music and I had a sudden brainstorm that perhaps there were Cake ringtones. Indeed there were, and moments later I had "Never There" as a ringtone. Lyrics are amusingly apt - "You're never there, you're never there, you're never ever ever ever there."
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