And bit it good.
Screen busted, and this is all that showed up. I could hear that all my texts and emails were still coming in, but I couldn't read any of them. Frustrating. Sadly, we live in a time when not having a cell phone is like losing an arm.
I needed my arm. I had grown quite fond of it.
So, I went to get my upgrade at Bell. Got the Samsung Galaxy S II (I was told that upgrades were free, so stupid me didn't realize I'd be paying for it... until everything was done and they asked for my money. Yikes.)
This phone kicks ass.
I've been taking pictures non-stop, so I apologize for the annoying amount of crap I'll be posting in the next little while.
...to which you will likely reply "But Kris, don't you always post annoying crap?"
But now it'll be things like... shirtless dudes playing RockBand.
And unamused sing-y faces.
But, as usual, I'll post beer shots.
New phone, old obsessions.
The Raiden hat came out on Saturday.
So what if I want awesometastical powers. That's what hats do.
You're silly if you believe otherwise.
See? Hat powers.
I made half of my nose disappear.
But the new phone took hold of me, and I discovered the joy of apps. My old Blackberry had none, so it was kinda like Dork Christmas.
Especially the camera apps. Aw, hell.
Does this one creep anyone else out?
Retro photos make High Park look good.
And Daisy doesn't look too shabby either.
Moral of this useless blogstory is that I am really digging my new phone. And this commercial kinda makes me dig it even more:
So if you have my number, text me with your name. Or I shall beat you.