I was talking to a friend about cell phones, and he was telling me about how he was getting a new phone, and was now going to get Internet access with his wireless service. He was totally sold on how useful it would be to have Internet access on his phone, and he was trying to convince me of the wisdom. I had Internet access on my cell phone for several months a couple of years ago, and after the initial novelty wore off, (within a month), I had no use for it.

The things I want and need the Web for are things I don’t want to have to look at on a small cell phone screen. Besides, 90% of my work day is spent in front of a computer, where I have Internet access, and I can check something any moment I want. The only times I don’t have relatively immediate access are times when I shouldn’t be surfing the Web anyway, like while driving, playing with my boys, and sleeping.

But this friend was convinced and excited about getting ‘Net access on his new phone:

“For instance,” he said, “I was in the library yesterday, and I couldn’t think of the author of a book series. It would have been great to have Internet on my phone, then. I could just flip open my phone, surf the Web, and . . .”

He stopped talking when I started laughing. I said, “You need Internet access on your phone so you can look up an author of a book, while at the library?”

He looked at me, annoyed. “That’s. . .”

“At the library?” I held in the guffaw.

Bullgrit

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