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Note: This is a single entry from my online diary. Please note that I'm not always entirely serious and some entries probably won't make sense unless put in context with other entries. |
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My phone fell out of my pocket at the pub last night.
When I called it afterwards, whoever answered claimed they were in Berlin. Right.
Unless that was some sort of big misunderstanding and they were at some pub with a name that sounds like "Berlin", then I'm assuming that means they don't intend to return it. After that chat the phone was switched off.
Boo. :-(
So for the next few days, if you need to reach me, use my Icelandic number (+354-690-0409).
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I'm not sure what I'll be doing about a replacement. I do happen to have a spare phone lying around (the one that came with the Irish number). I guess I'll just replace the SIM and use that.
That means I won't be using my phone as an mp3 player any more, but I might as well admit that that experiment wasn't going so well. Mostly because Nokia's whole approach to mp3-on-phones is retarded.
So... Yay! Now I have an excuse to go buy a dedicated mp3 player! Buying gadgets is fun! Shopping!!
What should I buy? Not an ipod, Apple does DRM suckage. Not a Sony, they're even worse. Something cheap and simple, methinks.
Maybe I'll take my business to the strange little Asian electronics shop on Capel St. They can probably sell me an mp3 player shaped like a frog, or sunglasses or a coffee mug or something clever like that.