I sorta picked up on this last month when Chris and Geo were in town.. It really sunk in when I ran into some folks the other day busily snapping photos,. . . with their phones.

When exactly did cell phones become a spur-of-the-moment, up-datable fashion accessory?

I get the feeling that walking around wearing a panama hat with fluorescent bandana would be a more forgivable fashion faux-pas than whipping out an outdated cellular phone.

I played this game years ago… The second a new phone came out, I had to have it. I was one of those idiots that coughed up an obscene amount of money to posses one of the first micro “z” sony phones. (The one that fit in your palm and had the little stick you flipped down to talk).

I’ve broken this addiction. I own a bottom of the barrel, 5-year-old Qualcomm. It’s big, clunky and has all the functionality and distraction I need: A green, dimly backlit screen, Pong and a tip calculator.

When someone calls I don’t know, it rings… When someone I “do” know calls, it chirps. I don’t see the need to hear Christine Aguilera when my mom calls, or Devo when Elise checks in.

When I dial the phone, I like to see the numbers I’m dialing without being distracted with breathtaking photos of the Grand Canyon.

Is there such thing as multi-media for multi-media’s sake?

It’s now a matter of principle… I’m going to use this phone until the buttons fall off.

And as for phone-post blog entries?? well.. what the hell is a blog again?