Mike Essig
Fucking New Phone: A Lament
My ancient cell phone died.
Had to replace it with a smart-phone.
Samsung Galaxy. No Choice.
Smart-phone my ass;
nothing but a hassle
since I got it.
Phones should
make phone calls.
I don't want the weather
in Ukraine.
I don't want people
texting me.
(What the hell is texting?
OMG, LOL. IMHO.)
Don't want to play games
or listen to music.
Sure as hell don't want
to watch movies.
What kind of moron
watches movies on a phone?
Ned Ludd where are you?
Call me if your phone works.
We need to make some plans.
~mce
“I'm the idiot box. I'm the TV. I'm the all-seeing eye and the world of the cathode ray. I'm the boob tube. I'm the little shrine the family gathers to adore.'
'You're the television? Or someone in the television?'
'The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.'
'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow.
'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.' She raised two fingers, blew imaginary gunsmoke from the tips. Then she winked, a big old I Love Lucy wink.
'You're a God?' said Shadow.
Lucy smirked, and took a ladylike puff of her cigarette. 'You could say that,' she said.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
“The television is 'real'. It is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!'.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Fucking New Phone: A Lament
My ancient cell phone died.
Had to replace it with a smart-phone.
Samsung Galaxy. No Choice.
Smart-phone my ass;
nothing but a hassle
since I got it.
Phones should
make phone calls.
I don't want the weather
in Ukraine.
I don't want people
texting me.
(What the hell is texting?
OMG, LOL. IMHO.)
Don't want to play games
or listen to music.
Sure as hell don't want
to watch movies.
What kind of moron
watches movies on a phone?
Ned Ludd where are you?
Call me if your phone works.
We need to make some plans.
~mce
“I'm the idiot box. I'm the TV. I'm the all-seeing eye and the world of the cathode ray. I'm the boob tube. I'm the little shrine the family gathers to adore.'
'You're the television? Or someone in the television?'
'The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.'
'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow.
'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.' She raised two fingers, blew imaginary gunsmoke from the tips. Then she winked, a big old I Love Lucy wink.
'You're a God?' said Shadow.
Lucy smirked, and took a ladylike puff of her cigarette. 'You could say that,' she said.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods
“The television is 'real'. It is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!'.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451