What we keep in our phones, we keep so we don’t have to use space in our braaaains. It’s sad to say good-bye to the pictures I have no way of transferring from my old LG350. It never had game. It was gameless from day one. “Got Game”, indeed!

The next phone I possessed was the LG Rumor. This one did have some game, a qwerty keyboard, which I still love. I haven’t kept it more than two years, yet, and now it’s being replaced by a smart-aleck phone. I can transfer photos via the micro-sd memory card, but neither the ‘Rumor’ nor the LG350 will communicate by way of the bluetooth channel, with each other, nor with the new kid (I thought my bread would be sliced, toasted & buttered with this technology).
The new kid’s a hero.

I want to remember some texts sent to me with the old communicators, and I will provide full scene settings.

From: Liberty Hall’s twitter-feed, sent by Mick Cottin, on June 1, 2009, at around 9:57pm.

From: Kristin Soper, on May 15, 2009, at 10:25am. I much prefer this alternative spelling of the common affirmative.

Youtube ‘breakfast at sullimays’. Videos feat. old people listenin and talking about best reviewed music from pitchfork media. Awesome!
From: Brendan Costello, on March 10, 2009, at 8:37pm. This is good, entertainment advice.
Breakfast at Sulimay’s take on some disco.

Michael has an interview in the journal world. Check it out.
From: Rachael Marie, on March 2, 2009, at 3:44pm. She’s referring to Michael Hamm: Excellent musician, swell human being.

From: M J, on February 22, 2009, at 10:04pm. Refers to the song from SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE. It won an ‘Oscar’.

Finally, our long national nightmare is over.
From: Wassom, on January 20, 2009, at 10:38am CST. You know what that means, right? I’m still responding with, “Hell-Motherfucking-Yeah!” Even in the face of his extremely disappointing performance as a reformer, I still think Barack Hussein Obama is the best we’ve had to lead this country since Eisenhower.

I got the job!
From: Hannah on January 9, 2009, at 4:49pm. Man, she wanted it, too. She was so sick of being “Queen of Pinetwee”. She still likes the job, and that’s a good thing.

a nighku: Santa in skivvies – dancing across a white moon – with raucous reindeer.
From: Peter Wright on December 15, 2008, at 9:56am. I like this man. I like some of his poetry, including the above.

That guy has surprisingly quick reflexes, he must have things thrown at him all the time.
From: Mick Cottin on December 15, 2008, at 9:55am. Referring to Geo. W. Bush and closest he’ll ever come to facing justice for all his horror unleashed upon the world. I’m shoe-shopping!

Before, everything was possible and beautiful. Now it’s all impossible and even the snow can’t live up to its beauty.
From: Hawkins on November 30, 2008, at 10:46am. Grief should be remembered in small doses. I miss David Simmons, too.

A nighku: the first snow is wet – a blanket of mystery – a fog that beckons
From: Peter Wright on November 29, 2008, at 10:35am.

Hell ya!
From: Rebekah on November 4, 2008, at 10:20pm. The United States of America proves itself redeemable. Maybe. Possibly, if very lucky.

I want my ice cream Made by little slave kids
From: PG73 on November 4, 2008, at 6:10pm. When expressed desire meets sig. Results are funny, ugly. Perfect.