On Sunday afternoon, this happened while I was standing at the top of some metal stairs:

I have become so attached to this phone, I’m still surprised I haven’t shed any tears over its demise. The screen is stuffed, but is still functioning normally. Provided you’re cool with getting shards of glass jabbed into your finger every time you swipe. I also have to unplug the battery to end every phone call.

Which makes for some fun when leaving voicemail messages. Talk to you later, bye! asd;iasdj;aidfja;isd a 8q3 upqw8ru 39q40r~~@#@#

So this Samsung Galaxy SII has been my second Android phone, after owning two generations of iPhones. Now that Instagram is finally on Android (though, sans tilt-shift) there are no apps making me even contemplate the idea of going back to iOS. After owning Samsung and HTC Android phones, I’m sticking with Samsung and next week I’m getting their Great Aunt Bertha phone, the Galaxy Note.

Great Aunt Bertha is a big girl. Some call it a phablet (phone/tablet) but I’ve been told by wise technology wizards that the word phablet should be banned and I’m inclined to agree.

To preserve the cracked phone before Great Aunt Bertha arrives and to establish good practice for when Great Aunt Bertha is operational, I am instigating rules for mobile phone handling.

Well, one rule really: don’t hold the phone while walking except for the explicit purpose of taking/receiving a phone call.

Cause Great Aunt Bertha is a big girl – and she’ll have a lot more screen to crack.

Are you Android or iOS?

There are heaps of people who don’t “get” the social aspect of the internet.

Facebook.

Twitter.

Blogging.

I hear a lot of “why would you bother?” and “how do you know they aren’t paedophiles?” and “I have better things to do with my time”. Which sucks cause I’m getting braver with “evangelising” about how awesome the internet is for friendships.

I’m quite good at it really, I’ve been making friends on the ‘net since 1999. And sure, there are some… interesting people out there, I’m yet to have such a negative experience that it’s turned me into a hermit.

In fact, it’s the complete opposite. I’ve had so many positive experiences that it gets me out more often.

This weekend, for example.

I went to a curvy girls clothes swap on Saturday (more about that in another post, once I recover from the hangover!)

I went to the new Tempe Ikea and we ran around like naughty kids.

I Skyped with my beloved European girls, who I haven’t seen in four years.

I had a brilliant weekend, all because I have fabulous friends who I met through a series of tubes.

<3

Yesterday, the iPhone 4S was launched.

It wasn’t the iPhone 5, and iFans bitched and moaned about it. Oh, how Apple is turning shite now that Steve Jobs has left!

Blah blah blah.

Today, Steve Jobs died. And I can’t help but wonder if some of his final 24 hours were spent thinking about the 4S. About the disgruntled Apple Fanboys and Fangirls.

I bloody well hope not. Poor bugger.

Life’s too short to get your knickers in a twist about a phone. Even a smartphone.

Thanks for all the tech, Steve.

I dunno about you, but when I need a postcode, I don’t use the White Pages. I Google it, and have always had to click on the first result, which, invariably, was  postcodes.qpzm.com.au.

And, you know, having to click that search result was such a PITA, it was giving me RSI.

But no longer! Check what happens when I’m Googling for a postcode now:

YEAH BABY!! This calls for a Snoopy happy dance

Are there any easier ways to find a postcode?