"No no no no! That's not what I meant! I meant to say...oh nevermind."
At night I retire to my big fluffy bed and I take my iPod touch with me, with WiFi I can check the web and my email. If you are like me, you have not so dextrous fingers. How do they expect me to type out a word with my big fingertips onto a tiny itty bitty keyboard? I mean really, unless you have E.T.'s one big finger, I don't know how anyone can type out a full sentence without typing out at least one spelling mistake.
"Meat me at Moom's"
There are times when I don't bother to backspace to fix spelling errors. If they are my friend, then they can figure out what I was trying to say. True friends put up with anagrams for messages and take the time to pull out a pen and paper and un-jumble my words.
; ' ! @ % / ?
Don't get me started on adding all the proper accoutrements to a sentence, like "," or even a "?". Why? because you have to switch to a different keypad. I am a caveman with a wooden club pounding out a sentence in short grunts, and then flinging it against the cave wall hoping the recipient understands my snorts and huffing and puffing.
What Am I Going to Do When I Am Really Old?
Once I ride over the 80+ hill, will I be texting? Will I even be able to type out "Help me I have fallen down"? Will it read "Herp me I has pollen doon"? Either way, I am hoping by then the future will have a jet pack ready for me and I can just zoom off to the doctor on my own and that I will just transmit my thoughts via microfibers in my wig. And what will I transmit? Probably "Meat me at Filth and Sexth"
Image: Ophelia Chong / Sausages
"Meat me at Moom's"
There are times when I don't bother to backspace to fix spelling errors. If they are my friend, then they can figure out what I was trying to say. True friends put up with anagrams for messages and take the time to pull out a pen and paper and un-jumble my words.
; ' ! @ % / ?
Don't get me started on adding all the proper accoutrements to a sentence, like "," or even a "?". Why? because you have to switch to a different keypad. I am a caveman with a wooden club pounding out a sentence in short grunts, and then flinging it against the cave wall hoping the recipient understands my snorts and huffing and puffing.
What Am I Going to Do When I Am Really Old?
Once I ride over the 80+ hill, will I be texting? Will I even be able to type out "Help me I have fallen down"? Will it read "Herp me I has pollen doon"? Either way, I am hoping by then the future will have a jet pack ready for me and I can just zoom off to the doctor on my own and that I will just transmit my thoughts via microfibers in my wig. And what will I transmit? Probably "Meat me at Filth and Sexth"
Image: Ophelia Chong / Sausages
-
Make Your Mouth Water
Soup is straightforward in theory. It's complexity lies in the execution... in how you build flavors and the first flavor layer can come from a mirepoix. Unlike "soup," "mirepoix" is fun to say and it's the colors of the Irish flag, which makes me like it even more.
-
Gov. Brown Sworn In, Faces Tough Job
Our new/old Governor Jerry Brown is inaugurated into a job that promises to be more trouble than even this old pol can skillfully navigate.
-
Empty
These are the empty days. Their hours are filled with blank stares past cubicle walls and through tinted windows. The end is not over and the beginning is far from started.
-
Why Does it Take 20 Years to Build A Shopping Center in South Central?
The 20-year struggle to get a shopping center built at Slauson and Central reveals long-standing problems with the politics of development in L.A.
facebook.com/KCET28
@KCET
RSS: Full KCET Feed
KCET Yoli says :
thank you!
Thank you for talking about this problem. Although I don't have an iphone, my phone is a touchscreen. Texting on such a device is a horrible experience, but thankfully, my phone also comes with a slide open keyboard for easier texing. Something should be done about this..