In Pace Requiescat, Bill Jay

Tonight, after returning home from work and changing clothes, Zozer and I headed outside to enjoy the fine weather. She pedaled her trike out of the garage while I moseyed down the driveway to the mailbox. M’s at the All-Star game, and I was looking forward to a Girls’ Night and then some relaxation.

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Justaphone

The Blackberry has been dying a slow, painful death. It started having symptoms with handling data, crashing every time I connected to the Internet. I dropped the data package, and the phone retaliated by crashing during phone calls. Static, humming, then nothing. A battery re-boot wouldn’t even restore it; the only thing that would revive it was plugging it back into the wall charger. Which is a pain in the ass when you’re in your car where there’s no wall, no outlet, and no charger. Kinda defeats the purpose of having a mobile phone. Since it began to do this with every call, I took it to AT&T yesterday and confirmed that it was, indeed, terminal. Poor thing – it never even had a chance. Two years of faithful service ended in an ignonimous death.

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