red light, green light.

conversation between a certain mcmini, fetus and i engaged in a little heat & a bit of mutual frustration.

another time before, a bb-resistant character and i went to bubble tea and had the same discussion (post looking over and seeing a table of 8. no movement...but in their soon-to-be carpel-ed fingers):

why are blackberry owners incapable of in-person interaction?

no lies and no denials.

i was 110% infected and guilty of the mad texter syndrome and still am while under the influence.

which is why im attempting in turning over my phone now.
when you dont see the blinking demon light ur nerves calm.

'Commodity Love'
by: Alice Wang
(for more)
at the end of the day, are we letting commodities take over our life and overrule the sparkle and magic between human interaction?
phone calls are now more sparse and texting has now dominated the networks.

i think maybe were all just longing little more attention from the person infront of you than for them to concentrate on the 2 x 3 (max) glowing rectangle.

not pointing fingers. i too am also still in mid-modification. I mean they don't call it a crackberry for no reason.

just yet another bb challenge-- stop at with the red light.