I got this phone today.
Now I know how Balki felt when he came to America to live with Cousin Larry on "Perfect Strangers".
I have no earthly clue what I'm doing, although Ciera tells me it has a GPS in it, I can find the 20 closest Mexican restaurants, and Rakes is of the firm belief I can launch a rocket with it.
All I wanna do is be able to talk on the phone, text/bother my closest friends, and surf the web during some down time at work.
Getting on my blog? Check.
Taking a peek at Facebook? Check.
Joining the other maniacs on the SG comment section? Not so much. It shows up for a few seconds, then I get a screen of dark blue where the only thing showing is the Army of WSG that is sort of trippy when there are no words to go with them. According to my crack tech staff of Lydia, Hayes, and Tex this shouldn't be a problem but so far I'm striking out.
However, the fact Tex has this phone and can in fact post on the board tells me I'm on the right track; I've just gotta figure out which fork in the virtual road I should take.
Teddy has hit the road running.
I just don't know where in the world I am.
Oh yeah; Sox sweep the O's, Papi is banging triples off the Monstah, and Pedie went 4-5 and had his uniform filthy by the end of the top of the first.
That, plus the fact that my trip to Boston and the Megapalooza is a little over 4 weeks away?
I can ALMOST forget the fact Trot pooped in his pants 7 times today.
Yes. 7 Times.
It's a good thing there weren't any Percosat in the medicine cabinet.
'Cause you better believe I looked.