Dear watchers:

What you are about to read has absolutely no influence on my art, and therefore I apologize. Lots of you could probably give two hoots about my personal life, and that's fine by me. I'm hear for the art, and my friends, and not all you, sadly are friends. So, if you don't wanna hear about my day, then skip this journal. Although, keep in mind, this isn't like some sad, I'm-depressed journal, it's rather about a life changing experience, involving one thin layer of plastic, that saved my life.

--Silicone, Gift From God?

I think so. Lets look at the two most amazing uses of silicone...
=Boobies
hone Covers

A long while back, I saved up all my hard earned pennies, and bought myself a phone. I paid for this phone, and my parents paid for my plan. I'm part of our Family Plan by Verizon. Unlimited texting, loads of talk time, the whole nine yards.

In total, the day I bought my phone, back in about April, I spent about $130 on the brand new, came out the day before, ENV2. I love this phone. It's got this nice, futuristic calculator look, and an amazing keyboard. Now, because this was a hefty bill, I decided it'd be wise to get the insurance, which is about $50 a year, and basically, if my phone breaks, I can get a new one for $50. Nice deal, I thought it was great.

Now, it's safe to say, I've treated my phone great. Save the few wear and tear scratches, it's been fine. Nothing wrong with it.

Well, one day, it was a little bit wet.. and my pants got a little bit damp, which shorted out part of my phone. Basically, I lost sensitivity in the "N" key, unless I did anything short of pound it.

After that, I went out and bought the silicone cover.
$14, makes it hard to type, looks stupid, and kinda' limits it.

That $14 was worth it.

Now...

Off topic sorta, but some background info: When I get off the bus coming home, I have a short, 1/4 mile walk home, through my neighborhood. It's not bad, although, some days, like today, I have loads of books. I don't really like walking with books.

But anywho. My friend Luc can drive. Well, he was giving my bro a ride home. As he passed me walking home, he gestured for me to get it... I ran to the trunk of his pickup, and went to hop in, but tripped... and flopped. I flopped into this car, landed on my ass, lost my pants, and like, started sliding. Well, Luc floors the damn truck, so here I am sliding around in the back, pantsless, while Amanda (brother's girlfriend) just laughs.

Well, upon arrival at my homestead, I realized that my phone was missing. I figured it fell out, no big deal, right?

I run up to where I got in the car, and see it in front of me... 20 feet away. I look up. Big red Mazda sedan, 20 feet behind it. I start sprinting, full out, flapping arms, planning an epic dive into roll to save it. I get closer.. to realize, that, on the back of the phone, is a nasty looking tire print. I figured, it's already dead, might as well not kill myself getting it. I slid my foot up in front of me, and slid, on the pavement, to a stop. Before me, I watch the front right wheels make contact to my phone. I watch it drag along the sandpapery pavement, and bounch a little. Then, I watch the back wheel hit it. It flips. The car passes. I run over, and grab my baby. I hit the OK button. the screen turns on, I've got a new text message from my bro. "BOOOOBIES!


At that point, i couldn't stop laughing. I inspect my phone to reveal... NOTHING. No fucking scratches, nothing. Not even a little bit of dirt or blemish. Looks as good as new, spare the two tire tracks on the back. The cover saved it's life.

You'd have to look at a picture of the phone to realize that the outside screen is actually kinda put out further than the keys. Nothing would have prevented it from getting scratched if that case wasn't there. It saved it's ass.



So, moral of the story? Silicone boobies are good.

Night all.