Last Call#211 / 2008-10-05

I never wanted a cellphone.

Never.

My apartment in Berkeley didn't have a phone jack, and apparently utility companies and prospective employers still require one to have a telephone number, so I didn't have much choice.

I signed up with Verizon for no particular reason, choosing their oldest phone and smallest plan.

While it's true my apartment in Las Vegas has phone jacks, the wiring is fried, so once again I had no apparent choice.

Then I remembered Vonage.

Fuck you cellular world. If I'm out, leave a message.