Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Secret Lives of Gadgets


I did laundry last night. I always ask Collin if he's checked all of his pockets before bringing his clothes to the washer. He always says yes. And I end up finding money, cash register receipts, and other items in the dryer. In fact, our dryer still has tiny black streaks inside from the ballpoint pen he forgot.

Last night, when I opened the dryer at the end of the the cycle, a small piece of plastic immediately fell out. It was part of his Bluetooth.

I took the earpiece to him for a positive ID. He wasn't nearly as upset as I thought he'd be. Still, I felt bad for him. He almost always had the thing stuck in his ear. I was starting to think it was some alien life form that was using his ear as a portal to take control of his brain.
The jury's still out on that, by the way.
I also have a Bluetooth. I rarely use it. It's not that I don't like it. I just rarely talk on the phone. With a few exceptions, I hate talking on the phone--and when I do, I almost always use my Kyocera Loft, leaving the Droid for more important things, like email, ebooks, audio books, music, and editing.
So, realizing Collin needed it more than I did, I offered him mine. This meant he would have to un-pair both phones from their respective Bluetooth device and pair my Bluetooth to his phone.
The device divorce didn't work.
"Maybe they mate for life," I suggested. "Your phone doesn't want another mate."
I noticed my phone had refused to surrender its own Bluetooth connection. It wouldn't let another phone have its mate. How sweet.
Collin suggested his Bluetooth might not be hopeless. After all, how many stories have we heard of smartphones surviving a quick dip in a toilet. I pointed out that his Bluetooth had also gone through a tumble in the dryer. On high heat.
"It died a horrible death," I said solemnly. "It must have been terrified."
"No, no, no," Collin said, refusing to listen.
It's my own fault I have trouble getting him to throw anything away.... 

 

16 comments:

  1. Poor Bluetooth. It served for so long selflessly and faithfully, and then it suffered in the Horrible Spinning Wet Foam and the Howling Heat Of Doom.

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  2. Yeah, that'll make Collin feel good!

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  3. Use fingernail polish remover to get rid of the ink in the dryer. My mom did that when Kyle left a pen in his pocket, and it worked like a charm!

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  4. Hey, Nicole--why is it always the GUYS who do this stuff?

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  5. I once laundered my rent money.... fortunately it all came out of the wash in one piece.

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  6. You gave your landlady laundered money???

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  7. Collin's ear must be getting cold.

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  8. Williams comment is so funny !

    Sorry to hear about the Bluetooth (what a silly name) can it be repaired or does the insurance cover it ? Is Collin's ear lonely ?

    I must say I despise the ear things. I find that your standing in line or at the market and someone starts up a conversation with you whle checking out Tomatoes, only to find out they are talking to someone in space, about the new personal fungal growth that is in a very private part of their body. euww .....
    To much info and much to much personal stupidly !
    Do they think they have a cone of silence around them ?

    You have some of the best and funniest comments !

    cheers, parsnip

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  9. I don't know. That bluetooth might surprise you. All these gadgets mystify me, why they work with some things and not others. Please tell us the rest of the story. Collin might be able to pull out some magic.

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  10. Thank goodness, William, that when you wash money, it still remains all brightly coloured...purple, brown, blue, green, red...LOL

    Well, that will teach him to say he's checked his pockets when he hasn't...and, maybe you should start checking his pockets for him...LOL

    Cute blog...

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  11. Ah, I remember when Emily lived 500 miles away and I had my bluetooth on eight or nine hours a day ... now that she's here, I don't even remember where I left it. Ordinarily I hate talking on the phone!

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  12. Ah, I remember when Emily lived 500 miles away and I had my bluetooth on eight or nine hours a day ... now that she's here, I don't even remember where I left it. Ordinarily I hate talking on the phone!

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  13. Ah, I remember when Emily lived 500 miles away and I had my bluetooth on eight or nine hours a day ... now that she's here, I don't even remember where I left it. Ordinarily I hate talking on the phone!

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  14. I like reading you, you have a very special place here, congrats and good luck...kisses.

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  15. He actually got it to work again...sort of. It will charge, and he can hear incoming calls...but the caller can't hear him....

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