Monday, August 15, 2005

Monday, August 15, 2005

Predictive Text Although I am an internet geek, although I launched myself early into the ipod revolution, although I did have a cell phone back in '99 (last century!), I couldn't quite get behind this text-messaging thing. The real reason I haven't, I discovered recently, was because I didn't know how to do it. My phone has this thing called "T9" for texting, which is apparently its predictive text feature. I know I tried to use it when I first got my phone and decided it was useless because it didn't predict the words I wanted. I just figured I was using unpredictable words. I've had to send a couple of text messages in the past few months, but only when it was unavoidable. It baffled me that people actually wanted to do it because for me, typing in one letter at a time, it was such a pain in the arse. The other night, at Taste of Tokyo, a kind gentleman, a friend of a friend, took the time to show me how to use my T9 predictive text feature. I never would have imagined it worked that way or that it would make the whole text-messaging thing so easy. Now I can see why people get hooked. However, I still believe there's a time and a place. There are times when you really should just call and a text-message is just a cop-out. But sometimes they are fun. I am so bored out of my mind. It's not just a Monday night thing. I cannot wait to start back to school and start my new job. Next week will come as such a blessing. I feel like my life has no purpose right now. I'm filling it with watching movies, eating out too much, and drinking Heineken habitually. I don't deal well with the relaxed life. Bring on the pressure! 10:52 PM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

There's always a catch I've decided that from now on I will also tell you what I'm eating and drinking as well as what I'm listening to: Drinking: Heineken (Heineken seems to be the beer of choice right now. I'm reverting to my age seventeen, pre-first boyfriend, many Heineken drinking self. Is everything in life cyclical, or am I just a person who keeps reverting to past versions of herself?). Eating: Nothing right now (but I have ingested much post hangover grease earlier today). Now I'm an optimist, generally, but I like to think I'm also a realist. Bowing to the realist side of me, I have to admit that there's always a catch. No matter how good something sounds or seems, there is always a catch. For example (what's made me think this way today), Comcast internet is fast, when it works. In graduating from dial-up, I inherited both fast speeds and wireless capability. However, I also inherited a modem that doesn't work, constantly interrupted connections, and a paltry excuse for customer service (the guy at comcast actually groaned when I told him I had a Mac and proceeded to berate me for my choice and told me in no uncertain terms I was a freakish 5inority. I snipped back and told him I was the smart minority whose computer didn't crash on a regular basis. I also told him it wasn't my problem and it was his job to help me no matter which computer I had). To extrapolate on my Comcast experience, there is always a catch. If something tastes nice, it is either fattening or gets you sickeningly drunk (or both). If someone is nice, they either want something from you, have a girlfriend (or wife) and/or live 3000 miles away. If you get along with someone, there's no passion or physical attraction - if you don't, then it's there. If you actually enjoy a job, it doesn't pay you any money. If you want 1500 songs at your beck and call in the car, you have to sacrifice your ipod's sound quality. If you want to live somewhere beautiful where it is 70 degrees all year round, you can't afford it. If you want to move somewhere you think you belong, you have to leave all of your friends and some of your family to do it. You have to wear uncomfortablel high heels to not feel like a short-arse around your tall friends. I could go on and on, but it seems to me tonight that life is an endless series of compromises. Sometimes, on the other hand, something happens that requires no compromise on your part. It's an exception to daily life, but it gives you hope. Today a friend of mine came over and decided to bake me biscotti in my kitchen (almond and cherry) for no particular reason other than being nice. Maybe I should concentrate on my optimist side. Currently listening : White Ladder By David Gray Release date: 21 March, 2000 2:29 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove