It's a cheap party trick: I pull out my phone, flip it open to check the time or send a quick text, and watch for the reactions. In the decades I've owned a flip phone, people have given me a few double takes. Recently, though, when I opened my phone to squint at a photo texted to me, the person sitting across the conference table surprised me with a "Haha! I love your phone!" And I did, too. I loved my flip phone. Then, in a deadly mistake of distracted domesticity, I scooped it up with my bed sheets and dropped it in the washing machine: Eco Cold, extra spin. Oh gentle readers, the tragedy of beautiful T9 predictive text programming drowned at the bottom of the linens spin cycle! Yes, I lost saved phone numbers, the blurry store photos I'd snapped over the years to double check prices when back to internet access, the text threads with details about addresses and meet-ups... all lost. Sad, inconvenient, annoying, frustrating, all of it. But the biggest tragedy, ...
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one day, a bright shiny day, a doodle bug be sittin on a banana. a bright yellow banana. and she chillens all sittin there too. and they be eatin the banana. such a sweet banana as ain't nobody ever seen.
so they all diggin in to the banana, the mum bug and all them chillins, down to the lillest doodlin bug. such a tasty banana.
come sun down, mum bug round up them chillens, they bellies all stuffed. but mum forgets one chillen, the lillest doodle bug. the lil bug still be munchin away in the banana, munchin away and ain't nobody notice.
but a bit of time pass, and lil doodle bug, him notice. he mum bug done forgot and left him. and cry him. cry him in the banana.
or Move zig?
There was a puppet wich consisted of a baby monkey inside of a banana. I was making the monkey look like it was crying, so since you can walk something and you can burp something, obviously you can cry something to. So, I was crying him in the banana.
=)