The Blackberry.
If I want to dial someone, I can dial, or I can look up their number, or I can even harvest the number from a text message or an email.
You simply click on the number. Then answer the question
“Call this number?” or if it’s voicemail you answer “Do you want to call Voicemail?” and then you push the trackball and as often as not it asks you AGAIN.
A lot of damned steps to get to place a call.
On the other hand, if I stick it in my shirt pocket without locking it, my apparently adept nipple can accurately and rapidly dial fiji.
I used inadvertently to call the owner of the company with my Blackberry.
And that crazy fuck would sit there for hours and listen to whatever was going on.
Yeah. I’ve got a Palm Pre. It’s a great toy that’s also a phone. A smart phone that outsmarts me at every turn…
I used to have a Treo. I liked it better than the Palm. It had voice dialing. Everytime i shouted “ASSHOLE!” in traffic it would dial one of my co-workers.
My nipple has posted on Facebook.
There’s a dial button on the left under the screen, you know…
Heh, Og and Randy said “dial.”
When you come over, throw your fedora and coat on the duvet in the parlor, just don’t mess up ma’s antimassacar…
The milk is in the Icebox…
Did you get the latest U2 Album?
Seriously, if there WAS a cell phone you could dial, I’d be tempted to get it as an anti-new phone statement, if it wasn’t for all the menu and automatic numbers I have to call anymore. Even the church rectory requires me to pound through 2 once the voice message kicks in to get the darn woman… Everyone at tonight’s weekly Stammtisch whipped out their Latest and Greatest and chided those of us who still had our old LG bricks.
Og: With nipples like that you could have an alternate career waiting for you. A couple of tassels and you’re golden.
mts1: I still dial too, even with a keypad. Just like a CD is an album. I’m not out-of-date, I’m retro.
You keep your duvet in the parlor?
I was wrong. I grabbed a word without looking it up first. I meant divan or davenport, or some other arcane 1940’s word for sofa (like parlor is for living room, ice box for refrigerator, or antimacassar is for useless lace crap on the back of the sofa), and said duvet.