Well, they’re not exactly afraid of it now, but they will be. You want to know why? MMS. Yeah, that’s it. MMS.
For the past year and a half, roughly, they’ve lived in relative peace, receiving only text messages from me to communicate my location, ask if anything is needed from the grocery store while I’m there, and other mundane things. I’m not sure why, but I’ve evolved (or de-volved, depending on your opinion on the state of human interaction relative to modern technology) into the type of girl who’d rather exchange texts than talk on the phone with someone when I’m not at home. I mean, I’ll do it if I get a call while I’m out and bored or I’m going to be in one spot for a little while to make a conversation feasible without interruptions or unduly disturbing others around me. But I’d much rather have my conversations in private, what with my potty mouth and all. It’s safer that way, particularly for the children around me whose parents clap their hands swiftly and firmly over their ears when they hear what I’m saying. (Actually, I’m not that bad in public – I do watch my mouth, I swear.)
Anyway, I’ve really missed not being able to send MMS messages, and I intend to make up for the recent past when this hasn’t been possible with my iPhones as soon as 3.0 is out. For starters, my husband will receive MMS pictures of every damn funny thing I see when he’s not with me. Unfortunately for him, I am easily amused. Very easily amused.
Next, my friends will get numerous pictures of my dog doing silly things, which occurs often, though this is probably more a function of the fact that I’m very easily amused. If my mother remembers how to open the messaging application on the Samsung A747 I helped her pick out a couple of years ago, she’ll get videos of me assuring her that I am indeed alive and in one piece after I miss one of her phone calls and fail to call her back within 1.34642 seconds of receiving the voicemail she leaves. My dad will receive short instructional videos on how to navigate through the Macintosh operating system on the iBook I gave him for Christmas years ago in response to his infamously long voicemails asking me what the red, yellow, and green buttons do in the top left corner of every window he opens, or who this Sherlock character is and what else can he do besides show movie times.
Do I have your cell phone number? If I do, you should mentally prepare yourself now. If I don’t, well, count your lucky stars.
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