NorthwestWill
New member
Dear TiPb,
Happy birthday. Best of luck blowing out the candle on your Zippo app!
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I am professing my desire to help you find a loving home for the mophie Juice Pack 3G. I am employed at a university full-time as the sole television and video engineer for our Mass Communication program (A job that I LOVE but it involves a LOT of work and stress dealing with students, two radio stations, a television station, newspaper and yearbook organizations, and an online news magazine... but working in education doesn't exactly bring down the big $$). On top of that workload I am also a graduate student studying to become a full-time teacher. My typical day mean jumping refreshed from between the sheets (Read: falling from the mattress in a pile of sub-humanity after reaching for my iPhone alarm clock) to jog into work before the 8AM classes get rolling. Throughout the day I use my beloved iPhone to monitor our Xserves, keep an eye on our labs, and manage my student employees via dozens of text messages and emails. In fact, I have cancelled my office voicemail and I have message that reroutes callers to leave an email as the quickest route to contact me anywhere (thanks iPhone!). I an typically on-campus until 10 or 11 at night working with student television programs, training sessions, leading our independent filmmakers club, or sitting in my grad classes sneaking RSS updates from the web on my phone.
I also travel on behalf of the university doing research, recruiting, and training seminars. Although I am a MAC ADDICT I have to travel without my Mac to stay light. It is on these trips that my iPhone and I bond like two characters in a Pixar buddy-flick.... but not all is bliss. There are times when the iPhone 'bromance' become a Romeo-and-Juilet star-crossed scenario... as the battery wanes and we are forced to steal brief glances at each-other as time wastes away... getting just enough 3G airtime to checkin online for my flight home. As my iPhone breaths its last gasping low-voltage breaths I secure a seat NOT next to the 400lb circus woman seated in seat 12c. When it comes to my phone and I, I become The Infatuate; much like 'The Graduate, but with less Dustin Hoffman and old-woman hot flashes, and more me and flash memory...
Oh TiPb, will you rush to the aid of my beloved and much-used iPhone and I before our next trip or late-night class plunges a dagger into the heart of our silicon-chip romance?
Keep it rocking guys! Happy Birthday!
-Will Murphy
Happy birthday. Best of luck blowing out the candle on your Zippo app!
---Begin dramatic theme music---
I am professing my desire to help you find a loving home for the mophie Juice Pack 3G. I am employed at a university full-time as the sole television and video engineer for our Mass Communication program (A job that I LOVE but it involves a LOT of work and stress dealing with students, two radio stations, a television station, newspaper and yearbook organizations, and an online news magazine... but working in education doesn't exactly bring down the big $$). On top of that workload I am also a graduate student studying to become a full-time teacher. My typical day mean jumping refreshed from between the sheets (Read: falling from the mattress in a pile of sub-humanity after reaching for my iPhone alarm clock) to jog into work before the 8AM classes get rolling. Throughout the day I use my beloved iPhone to monitor our Xserves, keep an eye on our labs, and manage my student employees via dozens of text messages and emails. In fact, I have cancelled my office voicemail and I have message that reroutes callers to leave an email as the quickest route to contact me anywhere (thanks iPhone!). I an typically on-campus until 10 or 11 at night working with student television programs, training sessions, leading our independent filmmakers club, or sitting in my grad classes sneaking RSS updates from the web on my phone.
I also travel on behalf of the university doing research, recruiting, and training seminars. Although I am a MAC ADDICT I have to travel without my Mac to stay light. It is on these trips that my iPhone and I bond like two characters in a Pixar buddy-flick.... but not all is bliss. There are times when the iPhone 'bromance' become a Romeo-and-Juilet star-crossed scenario... as the battery wanes and we are forced to steal brief glances at each-other as time wastes away... getting just enough 3G airtime to checkin online for my flight home. As my iPhone breaths its last gasping low-voltage breaths I secure a seat NOT next to the 400lb circus woman seated in seat 12c. When it comes to my phone and I, I become The Infatuate; much like 'The Graduate, but with less Dustin Hoffman and old-woman hot flashes, and more me and flash memory...
Oh TiPb, will you rush to the aid of my beloved and much-used iPhone and I before our next trip or late-night class plunges a dagger into the heart of our silicon-chip romance?
Keep it rocking guys! Happy Birthday!
-Will Murphy