If You Really Loved Me You'd Let Me Eat Your Brain

I received my Motorola RAZR V3 phone earlier this week.  Mr. Caparula's "techno porn" description was spot-on.

It has way too many time-wasting features, but I suppose the kids need something when the Ritalin wears off.  MPEG4 video, MP3 ring tones, Web browser, tons of games, the ability to download more stupid games, Java, etc.  It's flashiness (why the heck does a phone need a screen saver?) is downright annoying.  Which reminds me...

The interrupt-driven nature of the under-25 crowd these days really bothers me.  There are even some people at work who I want to smack whenever I'm talking to them and they start picking at their inane little plastic toys to read their latest meaningless text message.  Sometimes they even answer an incoming call when I'm talking to them!

The youngsters at work also have the annoying habit of keeping their IM clients open and running when they're trying to get things done or when they're sitting in meetings.  I really don't like seeing messages flash across the laptop next to me talking about how drunk some girl got last night, or how lame the most recent reality show episode was.  Aren't these people being paid to concentrate and do a job!?  Damn!  And when I do notice the messages out of the corner of my eye the laptop owners take offense as though I'm invading their privacy.

I should see if I could score me one of those military cell phone jammers we're using in Iraq.  I bet the under-25 crowd would have panic attacks within five minutes of not having cellular service.