Gotta love today's Zits cartoon, drawn by the fabulous Jerry Scott and Jim Borgman:
I cannot text to save my life. My friends Barb and Ans can send the US Constitution back and forth without even looking at their thumbs, but I plod away, letter by letter, two clicks for "b" and three clicks for "l" and so on (predictive text gets me no end of weirdness). Writing a novel like this would be torture. Of course, writing a novel the regular way gets dodgy at times. Still, the idea's hilarious to think about! What kind of nutcase would you have to be to write this way??
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
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Could it be the future? Thanks for sharing. I'm so amazed by teens who text sooo fast. :)
My sister, who is only a year younger than I, texts me periodically. I call her back.
I didn't even know my phone got text messages -- it's strictly a 'for emergency use only' device as far as I'm concerned. However, I turned it on once to hear a bleeping sound and discovered a text message about one of my books. How cool was that!
The only reason I can text is because I have a Q (type of phone) and it has a key pad that looks like a typewriter.
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