phosfate

I bought a new phone last night, because my old one was bravely keeping a charge for approximately three hours at a time and I had to keep it turned off unless I needed to make a call. I had planned to go on Saturday, which would have been a terrible, terrible mistake. But I was bored last night and if the mouse isn't dead he's due for another appearance, and I just wasn't in the mood to yell at him. Anyway, I got a different phone company and some kind of Google phone that may be sentient, for only slightly more than the monthly cost of my old shitty service. It comes in both colors: black and lavender. I picked lavender because if a black phone went under the bed, no one would ever see it again. I may have to bail on Netflix to make the extra cost up, but that is no huge loss.

Best Buy, if you've never been there, is plastered with giant TV screens set to display everything so it looks like the Hell Tunnel in the Wonka factory. I found this disconcerting since I watch maybe three hours of video a week, and only one show at a time on one screen. The one nearest the Phone Mens Headquarters was playing a trailer for Game of Thrones, which I've never seen, over and over and over. Apparently GoT is filtered to be so dark that even the giant HD5KLSD Mangavision screens have a hard time showing what's going on, so mainly I learned that there are dragons, crammed yet lifeless digital landscapes, and they really, really like flinging people off walls and towers. I have named one of the dragons Brian.

Also if you gave Jon Snow a beanie and a felt pennant on a stick, he would look exactly like Freddie the Freshman.

I had to cab home because the bus is in bed by 8, and got Stunt Driver Jerry again. He drives like there's beer in Texarkana and they're thirsty in Atlanta, which I rather enjoyed on a nice spring evening with the windows down. I only covered my eyes once.

I got on Amazon and sent for a clear phone case, so I can cover this fucker in stickers. As you do.