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A while back my cell phone broke. Well, it didn’t exactly break, so much as I placed it on the heater in my room and a very strong and quite visible charge of static electricity incapacitated 4 buttons. Three of them are the buttons on the outside edge of the phone (it’s a flip), the fourth? The call button. Oooh, so close to still being functional!

For a while I would have to assign people to a speed dial number – which was okay, until I realized only numbers 2 through 9 were assignable. You couldn’t, say, dial a 1 and then hold down the 9 for 19. That got real old real fast as, when you assigned someone to a speed dial number already taken, it erased the entry it was replacing.

Then I was lucky enough to go home one weekend and get my old school Nokia 6800. Fold-out QWERTY keyboard, no camera, and half again as thick as my iPod this phone just screams out “2002 technological achievement!” But luckily due to its age I was easily able to unlock it and pop in my Cingular SIM card and voi la, fully functioning phone (with a big crack down the middle of the screen anyway).

I have been waiting patiently to get a new phone from Cingular. The time has come and gone (March) in my contract when I could easily pick any of their phones and get the super cheap rate. Unfortunately, Cingular continues to disappoint me with phone choices.

Begin Rant.

The RAZR is the stupidest phone I have ever seen in my life. Ever. Yeah it was cool when it first came out, but I’m sick of it. If you have a RAZR and you didn’t get it when it first came out, I’m sorry, I have no respect for you. If you have a RAZR and it’s black, you’d really better fucking love AC/DC and getting your ass kicked. If you have a RAZR and it’s pink, watch out, because I’m going to push you in front of the F (or the B or D depending on how quickly I feel like getting home).

The bottom line people, is that they are all the same phone, with the same technology from over a year ago and if you haven’t been keeping tabs, technology from over a year ago is referred to as “artifact” when it comes to cell phones.

So everyday, and I mean literally everyday, I check Cingular for new phones. I would like to fill you all in on some of the new phones that are out there available for purchase without a plan. Samsung, Nokia, and Sony-Ericsson all have a phone that has a 3.2 Megapixel camera. They are no larger than other phones of those typical makes and models. The Sony-Ericsson one even has built-in software that will immediately upload your pictures to a blog. How cool is that?

What is the newest phone that Cingular has come out with? A blue RAZR.

Okay, I fucking get it. By 2007 you will be able to get a RAZR in every color in the Crayola 64 pack.

But you know what I really don’t get? What I really don’t get is why they’re coming out with a gold RAZR. Yeah that’s right. Gold. A special edition, Dolce&Gabana Gold Razr (and I swear to God if you just said “ooh! Cool!” I am murdering you in your sleep, as early as tonight…though I am busy most of the night pushing Jappy girls in front of the F train*).

Perhaps the most ridiculous part of all of this, is that every new color is priced like the original RAZR! That’s right, for only $200 (that’s WITH a 2 year plan) you can have your very own, stupid-ass D&G Gold RAZR. WHO is still buying these things?!

So Cingular, I’m not sure exactly who is picking all the “new” phones over there, but whoever it is needs to be fired, penniless, hairless, and…childless by the end of the day.

The only thing good about the RAZR is that my rage against it is keeping me in check so that I don’t just buy one of their shitty other sub-par phones…unfortunately I’m worried that even that won’t hold me back, and I’ll soon be making a pricey purchase on Tiger Direct for the Samsung P850, Nokia N90, or Sony Ericsson K790a (yeah, I know all the model numbers by heart).

In closing I would like all of you to wish me luck. The men out there will understand that the combination of my old phone, the release of these totally awesome new phones, my rage at the RAZR, and my recent near-elimination of credit-card debt, is making it VERY hard for me to not just plop down $500 so I can look at RAZR owners, laugh at them, and then pee in their open mouths as they gape at my kick-ass cell phone.

*I know, I know, Jappy girls live in Murray Hill and would therefore be taking the 4,5,6 – but it doesn’t tie in as nicely that way.

I was perusing Craig’s List today, you know, checkin’ out the free stuff people had and half-assedly (yeah, it’s a word) looking for a bed, when I came across a dog.

This dog looks strikingly like Franklin (my co-dog from when I lived in Miami) and it was decided he’s so similar in face, snout, and general appearance that he could easily be his brother.

At any rate, I greatly miss having my dog around (we teleconference to do Franklin Talk) and I really considered getting this dog – in fact I went so far as to send an email inquiring about him.

I also came up with the best name ever for a dog. And if one of you out there uses this I hope that when you tell people your dog’s name you whisper quietly afterwards “thisnamewasthoughtupbyAndy.” Are you ready?

Bill Cosby.

Hot girl: Hi, I’m Hot Girl, what’s your name?

Andy: Hello Hot Girl. I’m Andy, and this is my dog – Bill Cosby.

It’s just perfect! PERFECT! I can’t wait to actually be able to get a dog so I can name it Bill Cosby. Come up with your own scenarios for introducing a dog named Bill Cosby. It’s a great way to kill time at work.

*This may or may not be my real phone number. Try it and see!**

**I left this in here after I did an edit of the original conversation between myself and Hot Girl. I just figured I’d leave it in to screw with people.

I’m no God-hater, in fact, I really like God. I think he’s really nifty. But unfortunately for all you super zainy Christians out there, I’m Agnostic. Really I don’t know what to think except that I do believe there is some sort of positive all powerful force and generally if someone believes in a certain faith I think its great because it means they’re following positive and good-natured values. Unfortunately some people take it a bit far.

My friend sent me this link. Apparently there is a new “museum” in which people actually get to talk to dinosaurs who tell them the “truth” about creation. This was a smart move by the uber-Christians. Everyone knows if you want to prove yourself right, the only way to do it is through talking dinosaurs.

At any rate, I got to thinking how much fun it would be to sneak into the “museum” and re-write the scripts. Here’s how I think it would pan out…

The “truth-telling” begins in the lobby, where guests come face to face with a pair of young T. rex dinosaurs, dressed in heathen street clothes and wearing sunglasses, and living alongside Adam’s children.

Animated young T. rexes in the lobby: “Of course we lived at the same time as humans! God made dinosaurs on the same day as Adam. And later we drank from the same waters as Adam’s children…I mean we had to drink the same waters because we were so thirsty from eating all of Adam’s children. They were delicious. God made you delicious. Doesn’t that make you feel special?”

In the next room, guests will discover more “truths”. This time, they hear from a fossilized dinosaur raptor, still half-buried in a dig site.

Dinosaur raptor fossil in a dig site: “I’m still half buried! This is fucking terrible! OH GOD IT HURTS! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?! OH MY GOD! FUCK. Hey, hey kid. See that chisel? Get it. Get it and try to dig me out! I CAN’T TAKE THIS! AAHHHHHH”

In the next room, guests learn how the “facts” get distorted by museums and school textbooks.

Animated dinosaur raptor in a room on worldviews: “Don’t believe everything you see…except talking dinosaurs. Believe those. They’re real. And believe what I’m about to tell you. It isn’t just made up…really…anyway Dinosaurs did not turn into birds! That’s a tall tale—with no foundation in reality! Except for science. And let’s face it, science is the worst subject in school. No one likes it. No one except the devil. And with science the devil says The ‘Age of Dinosaurs, millions of years ago’ was concocted to promote a belief that life arose without God or cookies (and I know you love cookies). It makes more sense to believe a talking dinosaur. Because I talk, and I’m a dinosaur, and I love cookies. If you like cookies, then why would you ever believe science?”

Later, the museum takes guests back in time, to the Creation Room.

Ceratopsian (horned dinosaur) family portrait in a room on the six days of creation: “Yep, that’s my great-great-grandfather, who lived about 6,000 years ago. God created him on Day 6, along with all the other land animals. But I wish he hadn’t. He was a drunk and he beat the shit out of me all the time. And my mom wonders why I’m a heroin addict now. That fuckin’ bitch. Maybe if she would’ve spent more time with me instead of jerking off her dead-beat boyfriends all the time I’d’ve turned out alright.”

Were dinosaurs on Noah’s Ark? Guests will discover the answer from dinosaurs who were there.

Dinosaur “kinds” loaded onto Noah’s Ark: “It’s easy to explain how we fit on the Ark. Noah had a magical shrinking machine! It was rainbow-colored and made of lollipops and taffy and the good boys and girls were allowed to go inside and take a bite! The bad boys and girls were shrunk to the size of berries and were eaten!”

After the Flood, guests learn the “common-sense” reason that we find all these fossils in rock layers all over the Earth.

“Living” fossils in the post-Flood room: “Just how did dinosaurs die? Skeptics are open to every wild idea…like the climate got too cold. Can you imagine? The earth getting cold?! The earth doesn’t get cold! It always stays nice and warm! But it DOES flood. The entire earth floods. It just might flood tomorrow and you’ll die and go to hell if you don’t believe me! Isn’t that fun? Have a nice day!”

Oh “truth” museum. You’re so informative and educational! Thanks for saving all of our souls from eternal damnation and dinosaurs. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go disprove Darwinists with some sock-puppets.