Picking Wallpaper

Sunday, February 10, 2008 by Bethany

I've changed my cell phone wallpaper. Again.

If it's not as obvious as pig skin, I'm a geek about that sorta thing. I spend days (seriously, ask my husband) looking for the right wallpaper for my computer screens. When I have at least 3 computers with my name associated with them, it takes time. Unfortunately, when I get in a mood... they all have to change.

But today wasn't a computer day, it was a cell phone day. Same deal. I'm was on a mission until the perfect image was found. Fortunately, it only took an hour or so, since I stock piled over 30 images from my last search. And it would have been even faster, if I's only decide which cell phone is my favorite for the week. Because if you didn't know (another juicy Bethany tidbit), I'm a cell phone whore. Well a technology geek with an affinity for all things cell phone, accessory, or music related. Show me the next big thing, and well, I MUST have it.

Anyway, back to the wallpaper discussion. I must have been in a funk last time around. Over half the images were sorta *dark.* Or melancholy. For example, the last month, I had a side-angle of a woman, cupping a hot mug of what I pictured as strong coffee in her hands. She's bundled in a purple sweater, dark chocolate brown pants, and a green hat covering long locks that are brushed (in what I assumed was a quick action) from her face. Think, Colorado comfortable but hip. Love the image. But doesn't quite give off a Happy, Fun Day vibe does it?

Today was full of color, shapes, angles, more color... and definitely a cheerier vibe. One apparently that has red, yellow, orange, and white. And that makes me happy.

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Are you a Texter?

Tuesday, December 12, 2006 by Bethany

My cell phone is attached to my left hip (inside the jean pocket if you must know). I live and die by that thing, and if was lost on a deserted island, yep, it would be one of my 3 items (the others being pen and paper).

Not only do I use my little baby for business--conference calls, last minute plans, verifying information--I use it personally as well (dinner plans, babysitting confirmations, and plain old photo/video fun). And, well, I just use the damn thing. All. The. Time.

Cause of cancer to the head? Phooey? Annoying woman who waits for calls at all hours of the day/night? Me. Mother who has given her son a "left-over" phone more than once (without the deadly battery of course)? Again, me. And he's only four!

Needless to say, it is a part of my life. One that has even influenced the way I communicate to my friends and family. Forget e-mail! To damn long. And well complicated (you need a big ol' clunky computer. Join the revolution and text.

Appropriately enough, on my last birthday, the hubby purchased that lovely card in the upper left from Knock Knock (lovely greeting card place that has a bit of everything). Granted it wasn't specifically for Birthdays (or a wifely, lovey dovey thing), but he made do. And made do well (custom made another text message JUST for MY EYES). But here's the thing--I'm ahead of the curve (for once).

I use the crazy abbreviation and symbols (again see above). I am all about predictive text (keying in letters and the phone tries to *guess* the full word). Incorporating pictures and videos is considered commonplace. And my phone memory is full of phrases I save to quicken my texting experience (Thank goodness for unlimited text/messaging plans!).

What is the point of this little admission? Well, it is to prove a point. On a device that was created to TALK to others (no matter where you are or what compromising position you are in)--I am still writing to them. Looks like I have chosen the right profession after all, huh?

GOK*
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* God Only Knows

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