I Love My Blackberry
Everyone who knows me is aware of the fact that I’m a geek addicted to all things web, web 2.0 and social media. I’m currently being paid to be a web geek (I LOVE MY GIG), so all aspects of my life call for me to be in front of a screen for at least 8 hours a day.
My detachment from most things electronic is usually my commute to and from work. Until I went and got a Blackberry a couple of weeks ago. *doom music plays* dun dun dun!!!!.
My Blackberry is my leash to the information superhighway, and I need to get off at the next exit and take a rest break. The 45 mins on the bus that I used to spend thinking about life’s queries (what DID come first, the chicken or egg?), what kind of rice I’m eating today (jollof, fried, or thai), or getting mad that I can’t solve the day’s 5-star Sudoku puzzle is now spent scrolling through my email, my favorite blogs, or playing the addictive game “BrickBreaker”.
I cue violins, and maybe an oboe, for my thumbs (I’d hate to have arthritis at the tender age of 45), my eyes (staring at a mini-screen all day cannot be healthy. My ophthalmologist will not be happy), and my neck (I already had bad posture). I think Blackberries are a part of a bigger plan to turn humans into robotic, crooked thumbed, squinting fools with early age advanced rheumatoid arthritis.
Despite all of that, here I am. Looks like I will be keeping RedBerry (my phone’s name) for a while.