Geek Habitat

She’s dead. My replacement Razr v3, which I accidentally washed with my jeans on Saturday, is dead. She wasn’t even in my posession a week, and I killed her. She replaced my original Razr, which (thankfully, through no fault of my own) had developed some bugs. So, I drowned a brand new, thoroughly beautiful $300 cellular phone. Oh, joy. This is my shortest relationship with a piece of geek gear, ever.

Her only sign of life is now a brief flicker of the blue lights on the keypad right after I press any key. She won’t power on, make any sounds, or light up either LCD (internal or external).

Coroner’s Ruling, Cause of Death:
Electrocution, followed by agitation and prolonged submersion in water. I’m sure the laundry detergent didn’t help, either — doesn’t soap make water a better conductor?

At least my Cingular SIM card is working. I’m back to using a broken LCD older, heavier Motorola phone with my original SIM card; it’s Justin’s old phone, which thankfully we didn’t throw away. I gave him my old phone, which doesn’t have a broken LCD, when I upgraded to the Razr. This is my punishment for being a total moron. The punishment fits the crime, methinks.

Still, it does suck.

And Justin asks me, “So, how are you doing?” after I let him know of the Razr’s confirmed passing.

“Well, I guess for someone who’s just proven she murdered a $300 phone, I’m fine. How exactly should I be feeling?”

Uh, yeah… I guess I’m a little moody about the whole thing.