and as a yuppie i have a blackberry.
some of you might be asking ‘what’s a blackberry?’
a blackberry is a fancy little phone/email/text-messaging/internet/etc device that yuppies get surgically installed into their hands.
blackberries are also colloquially referred to as crackberries because they’re so profoundly addictive.
if it were 1975 someone would make a novelty disco song entitled ‘blackberry fever’, or ‘do the crackberry’ and it would sell a million copies.
but:
a-it’s not 1975
and
b-records don’t sell millions of copies anymore
so why am i writing about the blackberry?
well, see, today is daylight savings time for blackberries.
didn’t you know?
oh, wait, daylight savings already happened?
and no one sent my blackberry a little memo saying: ‘daylight savings time already happened’?
so this morning i was either given an extra hour or robbed of an extra hour depending upon how you look at it.
i was given an extra hour of being awake and robbed of an extra hour of being asleep.
because my blackberry thought it was daylight savings time.
which is ok. i kind of like that my blackberry is a little bit confused.
it makes it less than perfect, which is endearing.
aforementioned ‘endearing-ness’ enhanced by the fact that i’m awake and have now filled my little veins with caffeine.
my supple little vegan veins.
or is it vains?
nope. veins.
and then there’s vayne, like the metal chicken on top of the barn.
english is confusing, isn’t it?
as an aside, apparently the good people at boggle inc have released a version of boggle that is kind of rubber-y and less noisy than the old plastic version.
this is good, cos old noisy boggle was really noisy and painful, especially if you were trying to play at 10 a.m while hungover.
or so i’ve been told.
-moby
