written by mhoye and filed under digital / November 20, 2004
Today I taught the predictive text input mechanism on my phone about the word “IKEA” and immediately felt like a shard of my soul had been sheared off and the space it had been cauterized.
I am seriously considering setting myself on fire right now.
You text message that much about IKEA? I have some gasoline and matches, if that helps.
It was just the one time, but it was reflexive – tell it the new word, so life in the future will be easier.
Right at this exact moment I am starting into the Bushmills, and I intend to keep at it until I can’t feel my hands.