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Jun. 17th, 2004 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogThe last stretch at work has been spent with large numbers of Nokia 3695s and 3690s that came in in a pallet full of boxes. We plug a battery pack in, turn them on, and, by the effect this has, sort them into four groups;
One of the women I'm working with, one who is an actual employee, holding up a phone as an example, stated that if one is found that just sits and vibrates when you turn it on, it should go in the will not power on group.
Suddenly, my brain rushed down one of the strange divergent paths that I find myself travelling perhaps once a week or so. The fully formed mental image of thousands and thousands of cell phones rotating around metal spits, stacked neatly up as far as the eye can see in all three dimensions, much like the early scene in Phillip Jose Farmer's first Riverworld book, 'To Your Scattered Bodies Go'. Then, one lone cell phone is somehow awakened, much as Sir Richard Francis Burton was, only to see innumerable fellow cell phones in various states of completeness as some unknown force rebuilds them... At the same time, overlaid on this picture, was the voice of this one little cell phone, looking about and seeing so many of it's kin dissassembled around it, saying, in this disturbingly funny way that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wooisme has, "I'mma scay-uhrt!" I spent the next half hour or so alternately trying to avoid cracking up everytime I thought of this and actually feeling sorry for the cell phone that was vibrating.
My brain does such weird things to me.
- Powers on and charges
- Powers on, won't charge
- Powers on, no/bad display
- Will not power on.
One of the women I'm working with, one who is an actual employee, holding up a phone as an example, stated that if one is found that just sits and vibrates when you turn it on, it should go in the will not power on group.
Suddenly, my brain rushed down one of the strange divergent paths that I find myself travelling perhaps once a week or so. The fully formed mental image of thousands and thousands of cell phones rotating around metal spits, stacked neatly up as far as the eye can see in all three dimensions, much like the early scene in Phillip Jose Farmer's first Riverworld book, 'To Your Scattered Bodies Go'. Then, one lone cell phone is somehow awakened, much as Sir Richard Francis Burton was, only to see innumerable fellow cell phones in various states of completeness as some unknown force rebuilds them... At the same time, overlaid on this picture, was the voice of this one little cell phone, looking about and seeing so many of it's kin dissassembled around it, saying, in this disturbingly funny way that
wooisme has, "I'mma scay-uhrt!" I spent the next half hour or so alternately trying to avoid cracking up everytime I thought of this and actually feeling sorry for the cell phone that was vibrating. My brain does such weird things to me.
