I think my phone is broken. Dead. I'm not sure what to tell you if you want to get a hold of me. Maybe walk outside and yell my name. E-mail is pretty good too, but you'll have to wait for me to get to an actual computer to answer.
It's bittersweet. My dear Sidekick was getting on in years. We were close to his third birthday. While I have to admit I'm the second owner, I think we developed a special bond. We've been through a lot together. You might even say he made me famous.
Sidekick and I were inseparable, like a cowboy and his six-shooter. He came with me everywhere, always answered my questions, and really helped me talk to people. He helped me remember all my great ideas and keep me on schedule. Sometimes we'd sit down and look through old pictures he took, remembering the fun, the good laughs. Other times we'd peruse the silly texts we got from silly girls. That guy...he hated basements and concrete buildings, and was even more afraid of water. He may look old and worn now, but you should have seen him when he was young. Sleek, powerful, always ready to answer and do what you needed.
Remember, "Sent from Austin's phone"? We thought we were so cool when we came up with that! I remember we were trying to figure out if ol' Sidekick could manage mobile blogging. I just knew he could, despite not having any firmware updates for ages. And he did, the rascal. Who says you can't teach old tech new tricks?
This morning at about 10:20, Sidekick took a fall that proved to be his last. As his many scars will testify, he wasn't any stranger to rough and tumble, but this one bumped him just so. I feel it almost an insult to his memory that it was only a two foot drop that broke his neck. I must have looked like a kid who can't understand why the doggie won't wake up. I kept trying to reboot it, power off and back on, remove the SIM card, anything. I guess it was just his time.
There was never a better Sidekick anywhere. Not Sancho Panza, not Dr. Watson, not even Robin. You beat 'em all. We'll miss you, buddy.
7 comments:
I-phone time
So sorry about your phone. I can't stop laughing about the line "I must hav elooked like a kid who can't understand why the doggie won't wake up".
oh poor boy, i loved that phone almost as much as you did, and it answered a lot of my questions too. hope your new one is just as faithful
Don't dis the Boy Wonder... ;-)
You know I secretly always wanted you as my sidekick, accompanied by your sidekick of course. When you were by my side, no questions went unanswered, no thoughts unblogged, no call unreceived. Maybe it could still happen. But first, you need a new sidekick, of course it would never "replace" the old one, just fill the void. So sorry for your loss, my thoughts are with you.
I agree with dave, it's iPhone time. We just got them and we love them. I don't know how I lived life without it. :)
Just so you know, I may not be able to afford the digital service plan for the SK III within a short while... you might have a chance at avoiding Apple Fanboyism yet.
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