|Ms. found in a telephone
||[Apr. 21st, 2011|09:08 am]
I did not know how to answer it,so missed a possible chance to reunite this found-phone-thing with its soon-to-be-former owner.
Now it does not ring. No service.
Screen lock: internet.
Erasure procedure: more Internet.
How to get screen unlock code from provider: more Internet.
Nothing written down inside battery compartment: Ah Shit.
No more screen lock.
No more 'contacts' either- since the mention of something IN my eye makes me ill, this to me is OK.
I can find the number for STBFO's voicemail but cannot leave a message without that one's phone number.
Did I know *that*, I'd be done with this shindig, which may happen soon anyway.
Let's see, what do we have now?
One '3G' slippery blackplastic with fairly good video res unless one moves around quickly. I will assume that the blonde youngster with the makeup is the s-t-b-f-o, that the pretty stud-faced long-dark-haired youngsters are her friends, that the van is Mom/Dad's, that the cutie in the blue undershirt is her brother or oughta be, and that it is okay to speak of these people as kids: they smoke Marlboro Reds, for chrissake.
Much drunkenness and hilarity, I laughed my ass off looking at her movies, which god alone could (not 'would') convince me to post without consent. Looks a lot like youngster activities I helped instigate.
Except where we did it with weed and Smirnoff, our friends on guitar, in the countryside, with 110 snap-cameras and a 35MM on loan from John Rugebrecht, these guys do it with, well, different weed, JD, and [Tupac? I have no idea] some other dude, in a loud lossy format, in someone's apartment. Everyone's different, I say far too often.. .
Actually I kind of like this girl. She seems like the kind of person who would lend you her eyeliner (black) at your steady's prom, when you had changed clothes at the last minute and so left your own makeup behind. The kind of person who was real good at being poster-pretty (sexy) so I didn't have to. She may even end up being the great mom I never woulda been.
I will try craigslist, then use the thing for a video camera. The sound isn't quite as good as my ipod but it has a better res, and I have the cables to charge it.
Please write your name/number/something inside the battery compartment, under the battery, with a sharpie, cover it with clear polish. Replace battery afterwards. I have no need or desire to get over on you, only to get your phone back to you as I would want my own back.
In the meantime it will make a nifty camera.