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Day: January 15, 2009
Two weeks in on the iPhone I’m very very very Impressed. I was able to link it to my Outlook account and synch it over the air via a flawlessly easy to configure WiFi account, I was able to use SSH from the device to manage my home servers without an issue and I can play music through the speaker when I just want noise where I am. It’s flawless save for the massive touchscreen and Camera.
The Camera sucks, it’s almost pointless. either improve it or remove it. It’s almost like they included a camera just so that competition could say “it has no camera” it’s no good in low light it is sensitive to shaky hands and requires the user to press the touchscreen to work, causing shake. Oh well. Maybe someone will release an app that will delay the shutter until the camera is still (I know, someone has already, but I don’t want to pay for it)
Installing apps is easy and painless, I prefer synching via iTunes, but have used the App store on the phone without issue.
The interface really shines when you get to use all of it’s features, like RJDJ which allows you to organically interface with sound, touch and motion to create sound scapes. It’s amazing.
I strongly recommend purchasing a nice cover for your phone like the one I have on mine, if only to protect the very vulnerable screen.
All in all, an excellet phone that is leaps and bounds over the Windows Mobile devices I have used in the past.
Growing up, it was my little sister who bled all the time. Her nose was like a Blood Pez Dispenser, dropping it’s wares all over the acres of the world at a moments notice with no warning or rhyme to why it was doing so. She wasn’t a nose picker (That was Me). I never got nose bleeds growing up, so whenever my nose would bleed it was an “event” for me. If only for the copious amounts of blood that would come from a relativley minor injury and in some cases from a mystery source (up my nose).
The first nosebleed I can clearly recall was given to me by one Raplph Grass, who punched me in the face during a shoving match at the beach. Dude was bigger than me, no joke and for the life of me he didn’t chase me off. I stood up to him and took my bloody nose like a small boy with a bloody nose who then went on to get serious sunstroke from being out in the summer sun for about 12 hours that day. So, Ralph Grass, thank-you for my first memorable nosebleed.
The next nosebleed I remember “for sure” was from Monique Duguay, who smacked me in the face with a snowball. It didn’t bleed much, but I remember to never again confess to anyone how much I admired her, as she was clearly a bitch. I don’t think that anymore, but for a while there, I was inconsolable on the matter.
After that it was a couple of years before anyone smacked me in the face hard enough to cause bleeding, in fact someone hit me SO HARD that I blacked out. He was twice my weight and goaded me into a fight, where he walloped me in the face and made me lose my mind. Oh well, I changed buses after that. I really forget his name, his surname was “White” he was a teacher’s kid and we all called him Winston. He was a big fat bully, simple as that.
Gillian bromfield punched me in the nose around the same time, when a cancer survivor is smacking you in the nose, you’re being an asshole. Right?
I think I’ve had a couple mystery bleeds along the way since then, but nothing to write home about (or even a blog post about). This last one over the weekend was a strange one because it bled like crazy for ages. I ended up with a tissue up my nose for about 30 minutes catching the dregs of it. It wasn’t volume, you understand, just persistence.
How about you? Any memorable Nosebleeds?