Death to the King Cellphone!
Today is the last day of my cell phone service. And frankly -- good riddance!
Of course in today's world, I don't undertake this dramatic revolution lightly. Going without a cell phone in modern times is akin to a cave man walking nilly willy into the forest without his big knarly club.
I've already had to make a concession. I had to call Dr. Philips Center and convert my Digital True Tickets to Will Call for the performance I'm attending in a couple months. True Tickets absolutely require a live connection with your cell phone so the constantly refreshing QR code can be scanned at the entrance. They say it's to reduce ticket fraud and also for health reasons in the age of Covid? IDK about that, but I'll just have to walk up to the Will Call window like a troglodyte and "risk it" I guess.
Was on my Google Voice phone (oh yes, I'm keeping that of course, I mean I never said I'm not going to have a phone) via the PC with Straight Talk yesterday for an embarrassing amount of time trying my patience attempting to get into my account and/or make a ploy for the lowest rate (ie free if possible) plan in order to salvage service. But to no avail. Still locked out of my account (I think the rep that set it all up did something shady, must be the reason) and no one could offer anything of any rate acceptable. Apparently they don't bump you up to the "retention team" once you start saying "cancel" anymore. They likely could care less.
And of course I'm still going to have my three operational (via WiFi) cell phones themselves. They just won't have any active SIM cards amongst them anymore.
And damned it, I'm not going back. Life is better with out cell service. It's far better to live in the moment. Oh yes, the depiction above makes fun of this meme but really, for people my age that can remember back in the day -- wasn't it just fine? Yes, it was. And if you say it wasn't, you're just as brainwashed as the younger generations.
I'll keep you up to date on how the revolution goes. Next, maybe we can get ol' Madame Guillotine ready for AI as well? Or fuck it, how 'bout the whole fucking internet! I'll just write this blog down on paper. Sure. Yeah. Um...