201Oops

It was the end of 2009. I wasn't quite ready for the year to end (my "Best of 2009" blog post isn't quite done) but I was ready to rock.

Flowers, Thor, Ice, and Raftmate were among the party people that hit up the Crocodile to see some good groups I'd frankly never heard of. We'd had a delightful feast of and a considerable amount of booze before we headed from Raftmate's Capitol Hill apartment to the venue.

I'd never been to the Crocodile. It was closed for a few years, but has long been a staple of the Seattle music scene, and I was interested to see what the hubbub was about. I also was eager to hear some music and do a little dancin' and drinkin' and txtin'. Standard stuff.

First, a word about my phone. I have a Sidekick LX that I desperately want to replace. I want to run apps. I want to have a phone that can store more than 135 txts on it at a time. I want a phone that doesn't have non-functional buttons.

I keep about 120 txt messages from the last couple of years. Particularly memorable ones, particularly painful ones, etc. It's sort of a time capsule/journal/whatever.

My Sidekick stopped working well about a year ago. The scrollball on the right side does not allow me to scroll down, which is at least half of the reason the scrollball exists. But I have a couple more months until my contract expires and I can buy a Droid or something else that is a clear upgrade. So I power through. And usually it's OK.

Last night, it was not OK.

As I mentioned previously, I had been drinking. My intoxication level was not extreme, though, and I normally have the capability to work with it. Last night, though, it went ape shit.

More on that in a moment.

One of the top new words of 2009 (in spite of the University of Michigan's position (who trusts a state school from the Big 10, anyway?)) was "sexting"... sending naughty txt messages back and forth.

Honestly, I don't do that very often. Not because I don't find it intriguing... I just don't do it that often.

So when I did do it, some time back, I kept a couple of messages, including the final one I sent. The final one that was... descriptive and ... uh ... climactic.

Back to my phone. Freaking out.

(Yeah... you have NO idea where this is going, do you?)

I was checking my phone, minding my own business. Some people in the crowd were giving me grief for using my phone, rather than watching the band on stage, but I was receiving New Year's greetings, and I wanted to respond.

And then my phone went ape shit.

You know how when you're on a computer without popup blockers and you get in a tunnel of popups? How you close one and another pops up, or you move your mouse and two pop up, or you blink and two close and a third opens? Seemingly random stuff happening and you want to unplug your computer just to make it stop?

Well... my phone did something like that last night.

Interface windows I never accessed were opening. I tried to close them and txts were started and I tried to exit and stuff was pasted.

And a txt from my archive was somehow forwarded to a friend that I had recently exchanged "Merry Christmas" greetings with. Which txt?

Yes, the climactic one.

I can't imagine what went through her mind as she read that txt. Happy New Years to her, right?