I hope you see my new phone to the left of this screen. It is going through a thorough identity crisis. Being called a Sony Ericsson, you would expect a marriage of Japan and Scandanavia. But things have gone totally wacko. Today it would only speak in Spanish. I certainly have nothing against a foreign language being directed my way, but It, capitalized because it has taken on a life of its own, will only respond if I can give it directions in an Hispanic accent. Gently approaching help through the home phone, it was pointed out to me that it was very simple....someone must have changed the language setting. NO, that has not happened. I have read the English version of my manual and gone through the appropriate channels. It says English. NO if ands, buts or ors. So nice young thing on the phone says, " this doesn't happen, I've never had a call like this". Well, thank you, very much. I just sat and contemplated this phenom. Go back to settings and choose language. There are these options, English, Franciswa, Spanish, and Portuguese. Portuguese, who in their higher place would put these options together. Casually, flicking down to Port...... I chose that option just to see what the language of Prince Henry the Navigator looked like in written form. Bad mistake, wrong damn choice, my dear Senora. Now I can't tell how to get back to englisho or frencho, which I can muddle through after taking a somewhat secular version of the class. Some of it is not too bad, Porto for Organizer is Organizador! It almost feels like some hand is playing me somewhere. Oh, now it's getting to be fun for Silent is Silencioso. And Alert is Alerta. I am not for sure what to do. The easiest thing is to put this Oriental Viking back in the holder on my waist. Wait, that's where the psycho drama is coming from for It. This elegant world gypsy phone is hanging on my waist in Larry the Cable Guy camoflauge snap-down carrier. Pray for It!
Friday, June 6, 2008
Techno Babble
I hope you see my new phone to the left of this screen. It is going through a thorough identity crisis. Being called a Sony Ericsson, you would expect a marriage of Japan and Scandanavia. But things have gone totally wacko. Today it would only speak in Spanish. I certainly have nothing against a foreign language being directed my way, but It, capitalized because it has taken on a life of its own, will only respond if I can give it directions in an Hispanic accent. Gently approaching help through the home phone, it was pointed out to me that it was very simple....someone must have changed the language setting. NO, that has not happened. I have read the English version of my manual and gone through the appropriate channels. It says English. NO if ands, buts or ors. So nice young thing on the phone says, " this doesn't happen, I've never had a call like this". Well, thank you, very much. I just sat and contemplated this phenom. Go back to settings and choose language. There are these options, English, Franciswa, Spanish, and Portuguese. Portuguese, who in their higher place would put these options together. Casually, flicking down to Port...... I chose that option just to see what the language of Prince Henry the Navigator looked like in written form. Bad mistake, wrong damn choice, my dear Senora. Now I can't tell how to get back to englisho or frencho, which I can muddle through after taking a somewhat secular version of the class. Some of it is not too bad, Porto for Organizer is Organizador! It almost feels like some hand is playing me somewhere. Oh, now it's getting to be fun for Silent is Silencioso. And Alert is Alerta. I am not for sure what to do. The easiest thing is to put this Oriental Viking back in the holder on my waist. Wait, that's where the psycho drama is coming from for It. This elegant world gypsy phone is hanging on my waist in Larry the Cable Guy camoflauge snap-down carrier. Pray for It!
