My blackberry is smarter than me.
I've heard the stories. I've heard the older friends say they couldn't handle it, I've heard the younger friends laugh at me for not knowing how to turn off my ipod. I have friends that never put their blackberries down. I know of a hotel in Chicago that will lock your blackberry up so that you can't access it. (!)
Do I have to turn my blackberry off?
What kind of name is blackberry anyway?
It's not edible.
Is it?
I HAVE figured out how to call people... but only if I have your number memorized... which is a very small amount of folks.
Somehow, I turned the thing on and it knew who I was and had some messages for me. I'm pretty sure it knows what ring I want, and who I should call first. (mother-in-law, of course)
Now, if I could get it to kiss ass, I wouldn't ever need to go to work.
"I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision." Eleanor Roosevelt
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A blackberry and your first blogging spam--it's like you and the 21st century are one. And call your mother first.
I haven't called either of them. I lost my voice!
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