An Ode to my flip-phone.
May 2, 2010I’m not very old. I’m 20. It’s so odd though that there’s things that are no longer around. Nintendo 64 (Sure, the 360 is amazing, but I miss mario kart with a cartridge (which seems to be made of uranium, it’s so sturdy) on a crappy old TV.) is one example. Another is my old Motorola v551. Around the time all of this Razr shit started coming out of the company, they made a truly fan-bleedin-tastic phone, the v551. I loved that little phone. I loved it’s beautiful blue front LCD, it’s wonderful speakerphone, it’s bluetooth, it’s mediocre by-todays-standards camera, everything was wonderful. I fell in love with slapping it shut to end the call, and using your thumb to pop it open to answer. I loved it’s curved shape, and how it actually seemed like you didn’t have to yell unlike smaller candybar phones. It was durable as hell, dropping it on solid concrete, down stairs, chucking it at the wall in a fit of madness. I miss that little phone. While my iPhone is great, I mean, I’ve got facebook, twitter, news, YouTube, Wikipedia, a hell of a lot of music, amazing games (including Tetris!), and the whole internet in my pocket, it will never top that v551.
Maybe I’m just in love with the flip-phone itself. It probably could have been any other phone, and I’d love it just as well. But all I know is, I want my v551 back. And while we’re at it, my Nintendo 64.
