Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Phone-y Warranty

I got to the AT&T phone store yesterday, and after the usual half hour wait to actually see someone, the clerk confirmed that Honey's phone was, in fact, dead, and since it was just six months old, it was covered under a one year warranty.
"Great!" I said, "Give me another one."
"It doesn't work that way."
"How does it work, then."
"We don't replace phones here at the phone store.  We take your information and AT&T will mail you a new phone.  Once you get it, you can bring it back here to set it up." 
"That's ridiculous! That means she will be without a phone for at least a week."
"That's the way it works."
"OK. What do you have in house that I can get her today?"
We settled on an LG phone, and by putting the SIM card from her dead phone in my phone, they were able to retrieve and transfer MOST of her saved files to the new phone.
I upgraded to the LG Phoenix phone as well, and so far, I think I like it.
They were still going to send us a replacement for Honey's old dead phone, and warned me that if we didn't send the dead phone back when we received the replacement we would be charged double.  I told them that as long as we had two working phones, I didn't want a replacement.  I suggested that they issue us a credit instead, but of course, they don't do that.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Dead Phone

That's a picture of the cell phones that Honey and I carry.  At least that is what they should look like.  
Yesterday, Honey's phone just died.  
It was working fine in the morning, but in the afternoon, the screen was black and it would not turn on for love or money.  
I tried swapping batteries between phones, but that didn't work, so I'm off to the ATT store this morning to get it replaced. We just got these phones last February, so you'd think they would last longer than longer than six months - apparently not.
It wasn't that many years ago that cell phones didn't exist, and we seemed to get along fine without them.  Now, a phone that doesn't work will ruin your whole day.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Scary Thought

The first amendment to the Constitution seems pretty straightforward:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
This has given Americans the right to hold and express some pretty outrageous opinions, and more people from the fringes of both right and left seem to be taking advantage of this. It only becomes a problem when folks with opposing views choose to confront each other and counter-demonstrations lead to violence like we saw this past weekend.
This led me to a disturbing thought.  
It is not something I'm advocating, just something that occurred to me -
The Supreme Court has ruled that the act of burning the American Flag is protected under the free speech portion of the first amendment.  If the physical act of setting fire to a flag is "free speech," should the act of driving an automobile into a crowd expressing an opposing view be considered "free speech" as well?

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Amost Edible

Conservators from the New Zealand based Antarctic Heritage Trust have come across a 106 year old fruitcake in one of the oldest buildings on the continent.  They believe it was left by British explorers on an ill-fated expedition to the South Pole.
The tin it came in had almost completely rusted away, but the paper it was wrapped in was pretty much intact.
The fruitcake itself did not seem any worse for wear, and was described as "almost edible."
That is probably as good as any fruitcake can get.

Friday, August 11, 2017

That's No Joke

Someone posted this on Facebook this morning - 
Even without getting the joke, you can tell that this is supposed to be funny.  But, unless you can decipher the next-to-last panel - and I can't -  it is just a waste of time.  
If you do understand it, and would care to explain it to me, fine, but jokes that have to be explained usually aren't very funny - at least to the one who needed the explanation.
It did remind me of something one of my professors said once, "If I told you a horribly obscene joke in Pashtu,  and you didn't speak the language, it wouldn't be funny, it wouldn't be dirty, and it wouldn't be a joke.  It would only be a collection of nonsense syllables."

Thursday, August 10, 2017