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. . . Chestnuts roasting on a Dinca fire / Jack Kentala nipping on your nose / Cached-rip carols being coughed out by a burnt choir / And some dude dressed up as Kronos eating Chicago gyros . . .
After a week of Dinca feed moratorium (busted stuff), the Dinca feeds are reactivated and ready to burn you down.
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I proudly still own a “dumb phone,” e.g. my Motorola Razr.
I am also oddly honored to have my name subbed in on a riff of a Bing Crosby song.
Also, I’m determine my next Dinca piece. Probably thoughts on The King of Limbs or Dead Space 2.
Oh yes, the Motorola Razr.
One time, in the south loop, I got mugged and the dude stole my Rzr and my 4th gen iPod.
Glad you mentioned the Razr —
I have been using this super old Nokia. It is the phone I had it 9th and 10th grade. Remember the Nokia’s with the customizable face-plates? (. . . Optional glitter, cheetah print, star ship dream scene, tie-dye . . .) Anyway, this phone is the model after that — the smaller model, with the face plates, first nokia with the super-basic color screen with the big big pixels — this phone is amazing, it’s eight-to-nine years-old. Sometimes I dream of this phone. Sometimes, however, I hold it to my ear and it feels like it’s emitting cancer or gamma rays — some sort of magnetic charge — I’m no scientist, but I reckon a blue-tooth headset would really sort out these issues. Unfortunately, this model does not have bluetooth . . .
So — my brother has the iFone 420g and he gave me his old touch-screen, and I’m testing that out, and it is an insipid phone, really stupid, the ergonomics of the damn thing are . . . the ergonomics suck . . . but you can record the calls, so it’s nice of Dinc Dinc interviews. The touch screen is never accurate. I’m going back to my nok-dog, even if it makes my ears feel like they’re burning.
In summary, I just want a cable embedded in my arm, connected to a videophone, connected to the internet, connected to virtual reality gloves and helmet. I just want to feel normal.
And this is what the future looks like.