Monday, January 29, 2007

Check out my new digs


This morning, I commited what may be considered a cardinal sin for someone who is married to a gadget geek. I washed the spousal unit's cell phone.

This is not your run-of-the-mill phone, mind you. It's a smart phone. It's the one phone he could find out there with some PDA functionality in a flip style. It's interface is Windows. The spousal unit can easily check his gmail on it. Well, perhaps I should make that a past tense could check his gmail on it.


Here's a pic of the beauty. The spousal unit dubbed it The Batphone and even downloaded the old Batman show theme song for his ringtone.

It's drying in a window as I type. Please pray for my safe return to the human house, my blogosphere buddies. This puppy will cost a mint to replace if I can't manage to revive it.

UPDATE: It lives! The spousal unit put the battery back in and charged up this morning. No harm, no foul. Phew!!!

4 comments:

Malnurtured Snay said...

As in "washed it through the laundry machine"? Good luck!

Slave to the dogs said...

Yep snay, the laundry. I'm really lucky it survived.

justacoolcat said...

I may have proclaimed "I own this city!" at the top of my lungs and then fell into a fountain a few summers back and had a similar phone experience.

I was so happy when it dried out and worked.

Except for the hangover.

Slave to the dogs said...

well cat, at least you can blame your snafu on being drunk. I had no such excuse. Unless one counts the daze one goes into when sorting piles of laundry as an altered state.