I know I’ve said it before, but now it really is time for me to go and buy a new webomophone.
Mopho Cake II hasn’t actually died yet, but he’s getting slower and slower, his keypad is unresponsive, he periodically switches off whatever I’m doing and causes me to lose work, and he needs an overhaul so time-and-energy-consuming that it is just easier all round for me to retire him and get to know Mopho Cake III.
Don’t get me wrong, Mopho Cake II is a glorious appliance, a wonder of modern technology and has seen me through a lot of idle afternoons. He’s worked admirably and according to spec, and he has earned his place among the Honoured Almost-Dead beside Mopho Cake Snr.
So we’ll head to Jumbo today and I will fork over some of my stash to pick up a new Lumia. One with a nice writing function, decent memory and web capacity, and a nice big screen. Remote desktop connectivity would be a plus. Since I absolutely under no circumstances have anything to do with Nokia publications, I won’t have a clue where to start and have absolutely no justification for my loyalty to the brand. But I’m thinking a 1520 might be a good place to start. Or something else, with the remote desktop option.
Or maybe I’ll just forget about remote desktop for the time being, because it seems like a time-wasting lemon.
Ugh, bit of a rough night last night, the sound of the other boot dropping is eerily similar to the sound of a month-old baby screaming until 2am for no discernible reason. Previously-sleeping Wump finally had a panic-attack and needed hugs from Mrs. Hatboy while Toop was still in the middle of it, and so Toop got dropped in the box and eventually we all just apparently shattered ourselves to sleep until 6am. Toop’s been mostly-awake ever since, but in a reasonable mood.
Which is more than can be said for me. Picture added to brighten things up and illustrate my cantankerousness, which boiled to a head at some of the recent sanctimonious, self-absorbed, hypocritical idiocy finding its way to my Facebook news feeds.
I’ll be taking both Wump and Toop, and their grandparents, to Jumbo with me for the adventure. We’ll install Wump in the play area and do our groceries and gadget-shopping. All very domestic and dull.
I could rant a bit about how having my parents here right now is rather like having four kids instead of two, and how instead of just helping out quietly they’re actually adding way more stress than necessary with their own endless demands and nagging … but I won’t. They’re just doing what they know.