With wisps of coffee aroma sifting through the air, targeting my nasal cavity, firing dendrites in my cranium I become conscious of the morning. Whence cometh the orange factor no matter where I roam. The Ontario feline oratorical and the Columbian with his anterior talons pinning me and not with a fruit communication thingy.
Speaking of which, a body in normal situ would deduce that battery life would be a paramount concern. Mine got ripped. 1.5 to 1.25 days max then relinking to the umbilical for re-energization. WHAT? 36 hours? I have more zap in my zinger than that.
Are we on a harvest and heap program where sheaves of slashed gleanings are thrashed till the lowest common denominator drops through the screen of technology? My fruit is so small, the screen so inadequate, the depressors so precise, are they not aware that with my aging eyes worsening, and my fingers always cyclopean that the operation of such is dicommoding?
I know the Verge Company has a higher calling for culling the herd. Those with ham like appendages, and non 20-20 fissures need not employ the technology. I just wanna know if we are going bigger or smaller? Or is there a dichotomy? If you carry it, then it must get smaller, if you have it in your abode, then it must get larger. WIDE screen TV, Chair and a half, Deep pile carpet, thick Texas Toast, Double wide trailers, Wide are telephone service, surround sound, 4 slice toaster, jumbo paper towels.
Now in the hand held thingy market, its microprocessors, and pin headed buttons and miniscule Blue Teeth, (is that two Blue Tooth Thingy’s?) pixels so small that ants have trouble deciphering the numerals. Nay I say, there is a limit to the non-Asian hand. Who is doing the trial testing on these? They have a bunch of Lilliputians on staff? Have they started a cult of less than average stature people through the Personnel Department at Verge?
So am I happy and trusting in the fruit? Not yet. At this juncture it is a inbound tool, when I figure how to make the obverse work, I may become more productive. Until then, I will move at galactic speed on my full size keyboard and high band width connexion.
Java Jo never tasted to good.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, on The Dark Side.
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