The Ramblings of Elyse

Today I decided that I hate the new phones.

It's not technology that I hate, it's just new phones.

I remember the first phone I got it was my sister's old phone that used to be my mum's at one stage, it was a brick and that was awesome! This may surprise no one, but I tend to be very accident prone.

The first phone I bought myself was stolen within two weeks from my house, yeah, it was strange, but I received another hand me down phone and it lasted for a good 4 years and served me well.
By the end the case was stuffed and I was the only that could use it because the buttons were weird, it served me well, when I dropped it which was very, very often it would survive. Sure, some times the case came open and the buttons spilled out onto the street. One of those said times the street was Swanson St in Melbourne, is it Swanson St? It's the street that Flinders St Station is on, well that intersects with Fliders St. Oh, that's going to bug me.
Come on Melbourne readers... Reader? Kaylah!

Anyway, that phone served me well.

Then came the day where I thought I should be all old and responsible or something, or in response to having spent $30 worth of credit in about 3 days mainly from making "Marco" "Polo" phone calls.
Either way, the day came, I went on a plan and got me a bright shiny new phone and even included the request "I'm unco, I need a phone that will survive being dropped".

So, I took my phone home on the train and when I got home I played with it a little bit and then went upstairs, upon trying to go upstairs, my phone fell to the ground. It fell and the screen cracked. Yes, this phone I cracked the screen within 4 hours of owning it. My 4 Years of previous phone ownership did not lead to the death of a screen, but not these new phones!

I carried on, I decided that i will go as long as I could before I replaced it. I was told the crack would slowly get worse until I could no longer read the screen.

I did fine for quite a while, I got the gist of most messages and couldn't really tell the difference between Jacob and Rob sending me messages, but I coped. I did well and then I paid my money and got the screen fixed and all was right with the world.

Then came last week or was it the week before?
whatever.

Sometime in the recent past my phone started playing up and would not stay connected and SIM registration failed. My phone had died. It was tragic.
I took it to the Mobile Phone Hospital (That is the name of the shop, that's why I go there. I now hate it so, I won't be there again) and they couldn't fix it. It was tragic, but I soldiered on.
I went to another phone shop that doesn't have such a cool name and they said they could fix it.

It was a joyous moment.
It would take them 40 minutes. Excellent. 40 minutes I could handle. I did some shopping.
I finally found my helmet for my bike, that's exciting. It was hard to find, who knew? But anyway and then back to retrieve my phone.

BUT NO! ALAS! There was a problem with my phone. I have no idea what, the dude said words, I wasn't listening because I was suffering from hysterical deafness, but it would take another half an hour to fix, could I come back?
Sure, sure I could.

Conveniently it was lunch time, so I went to eat lunch.

Then I went back.
Was it ready?

No, another 20 minutes.

I then went looking for boots. I hate shoe shopping, but I really want boots, so I went to Myer. Did they have boots in size 11?
No.
That's why I hate shoe shopping. Finding Size 11 shoes is a bitch, but that's another rant.
I'm mainly looking for boots because no matter how awesome I think these are, it's a line I don't think my nerd factor can cross.

Anyway! Eventually after my unsuccessful boot quest, I still had time to kill so I sat and watched my newly purchased music video on my iPod (Do You Want to Date My Avatar- The Guild... Watch the Guild! It's awesome!) It makes me laugh.

Then I finally got my phone fixed and what not, so now it's all new and shiny and clean.
He said that it will be fine as long as I don't drop it.

So the lesson here is, when it comes to phones I am screwed.
I always drop my phone! Like all the time.
Old phones could hack it.

New phones... They can't!
It makes me sad.


Not as sturdy, but the camera on my phone is about 5 times better than my first digital camera, so there's that.
That means I can be taunted with defeat every time Mary rings me, or see Lexi death stare me every time she rings and then there is Jacob doing a guitar solo on a piano.
Quality pictures.

That I will be able to see, if I don't drop it.
*sigh*
Is this how I'm going to fail life?

In my time as, well, I'm not entirely sure what, but in my time I've collected a lot of music. It has been acquired.

One of the things that I have a acquired quite a lot of is live albums. Now, I have some love for live albums, especially when I have the studio recorded songs as well. Noting those differences, like how in the live version of "Where Have you Been" by the Reel Big Fish they incorporate the horn section and have a prolonged bass solo in the middle and some talking in there. I'm not that fond of the end, but it's kind of funny.
The studio recording is all guitar and there for the brass section has nothing to do and that would look weird on stage, so they get something to do!

With live albums what happens is at the beginning someone presses record and at the end someone presses stop. No one ever just sits there and plays music the entire concert, no! There is interaction between the members of the band and the members of the audience and all that and there are introductions and explanations.

It's all part of the awesomeness that is live music.

Then it comes to the album, and it's all there.

One thing I don't get is why is the banter at the end of songs? Why is the introduction to the next song at the end of the last song?

It makes sense if you are listening to the album in order, but who does that?
I'm a big fan of shuffle!

Live albums on Shuffle are not as awesome. It goes song, intro to next song at the end of the song to a song by a completely different artist or however well it's shuffled.
Though, sometimes it does amuse me when the next shuffled song doesn't add up to the previous one at all.

I only know of one song on a live album that manages to not to do that and that is "Superstar" by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes on the album "Ruin Johnny's Bar Mitzvah" and it's just a line about saying how "it's the most awkward moment of my career" before starting the song.
Oh, Me First and the Gimme Gimmes Ruin Johnny's Bar Mitzvah is an excellent live album due partly to the comedy gold and it does actually include Johnny reading a blessing and Hava Naglia, in both the traditional form and to the melody of "We Wanna Wish you a merry Christmas". Yes, the band did play at an ACTUAL Bar Mitzvah, recorded it and now sell it as a live album.

Live albums are awesome, the tracks are just cut up strangely.
Ok, it's not that strange since it means the next track is where the song starts, but that's annoying.

I guess that's not annoying because you just skip the talking and get the song goodness.

I'm not winning here.
This is what is like to taste defeat in my own writings.

Maybe I shouldn't put "vs" in my blog titles.