Hälsningar från Stockholm
Inspired by my friend Garth, I've decided to start a blog. The title seems only appropriate given my current situation, not to mention being a lyric in one of my favorite Robbie Robertson songs (as well as the title of a famous Robert Heinlein novel I'll have to get around to reading someday). So we'll see how it goes. Probably nowhere, but it's cheaper than therapy.
On my first day here I got set up with a delightful Sony Ericsson K600i cell phone, which will allow me to pepper this blog with a few pictures in addition to my rants. And by "delightful," I mean that its user interface appears to have been designed as part of some insane collaboration between Salvador Dalí and Eugène Ionesco after an all-night bender involving vast quantities of LSD and wood alcohol. This tiny, cosmetically elegant device has a truly amazing amount of functionality—phone, organizer, camera, bluetooth, MP3 player, lawnmower... but holy crap, is the UI bad. It's as if the designers actively set out to make the phone as unintuitive to use as they could, and to frustrate the user as much as humanly possible at every turn. Every time I use this phone, I want to claw my eyes out with a fork.
Well, OK, maybe that's just the jetlag talking. Anyway, the built-in camera's picture quality is crap, but at least I'll have a way to break up the logorrhea—a thousand words and all that. I'm disabling comments for now, because I don't want a bunch of wackos filling up the blog with obscenity-laced tirades, marriage proposals, and the like. As for those of you who already know how to get a hold of me, well, I'd love to hear from you.
Especially if it's an obscene marriage proposal.
On my first day here I got set up with a delightful Sony Ericsson K600i cell phone, which will allow me to pepper this blog with a few pictures in addition to my rants. And by "delightful," I mean that its user interface appears to have been designed as part of some insane collaboration between Salvador Dalí and Eugène Ionesco after an all-night bender involving vast quantities of LSD and wood alcohol. This tiny, cosmetically elegant device has a truly amazing amount of functionality—phone, organizer, camera, bluetooth, MP3 player, lawnmower... but holy crap, is the UI bad. It's as if the designers actively set out to make the phone as unintuitive to use as they could, and to frustrate the user as much as humanly possible at every turn. Every time I use this phone, I want to claw my eyes out with a fork.
Well, OK, maybe that's just the jetlag talking. Anyway, the built-in camera's picture quality is crap, but at least I'll have a way to break up the logorrhea—a thousand words and all that. I'm disabling comments for now, because I don't want a bunch of wackos filling up the blog with obscenity-laced tirades, marriage proposals, and the like. As for those of you who already know how to get a hold of me, well, I'd love to hear from you.
Especially if it's an obscene marriage proposal.
posted by Biff at 20:05
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