Life in the Nuthouse

So I’ve been with Verizon and have had my NV2 for about two years now. It was kind of one of those, I got dumped and stimmulated, so I’m going to go spend money, kind of things. So since it’s been about two years, I became eligible for an upgrade and renewal of my contract. I’d heard mixed reviews about both the android and the HTC Ozone with talks, so I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. I didn’t fall into the I-phone craze either, and I know AT&T hates me, so I wasn’t sure how much better switching to them would be. So a coworker showed me her HtC Ozone. She was the original one who was singing the NV2′s praises back two years ago, so I still wasn’t sure. But I’ve been on a Verizon email list, and have heard others talk about it, so I figured I’d do it.
I finally ordered it a couple weeks ago, and after three tries on Fed-ex’s part to get it to me, and after the kindness of my next door neighbor, I got it last thursday. Getting things going was a bit hairy however. I didn’t have a license number, and you need that to get full use of the program. I was to discover two things. First, whoever put talks on the phone didn’t install it right, so it was doing all sorts of weird things. I tried installing it again, but the techie person I was talking to didn’t tell me that I needed the license for it in order to do that until after the fact. Second of all, even though you purchase the phone with talks, you still have to pay the $00 registration fee in order to get full use. You get talks on the phone, but you only pay for very limmitted use of it. If I’d have known that, I would gotten the free ozone, then installed talks on it and payed the $99 registration fee. Live and learn. I just wish they were a bit more informative about it so people could make a knowledgeable and well-informed decision about it. I certainly don’t mind paying for registration and all, but I probably could have saved a bit of money.
So once I got things going, after having to completely reformat the thing to reinstall talks correctly, which, may I say here, really isnt’ that hard to do, and getting the number, I got things working quite nicely. Soem people say this version of talks is slow, but I don’t see that. I love my phone. I can actually…oh my god…edit my texts. I can see who they’re from. I can edit my contacts, and I can play with ring tones. I haven’t been brave enough to do email, IM and internet on it yet, but i imagine that’ll come in time.
So like everything else, this late-bloomer has arrived into the 21st century.

Anyone that knows me knows at least two things about me. 1, I’m a self diagnosed and self proclaimed food whore, and 2, I am always willing to think outside the box and try new things. For years I’ve heard various things about sushi. Either it was nasty, because it was raw fish and could get you sick, or it was the most awesome thing next to sex. So my friend, Heather and I got to texting one day during my lunch about where we all could go out to eat that night while James was still here. I told her I wanted to try sushi, sense people were either totally grossed out by it, or totally enamoured by it. There was never any in between. James wasn’t too keen on the idea, as his sense of adventure seemed to have gone off to some plannet in the neighboring universe. So Heather and I decided that we’d wait until he was gone, and we ended up doing steak that particular night.
So last week, I asked when we were getting together again, and she said that she had some friends coming in from out of town, and they were planning on doing sushi. So I was all over that one. First off, I had to get past the fact that this particular restaurant refered to something spicey as “spank me.” Then, I had to decide what I wanted. I never was much of a fish eater, safe for salmon, tuna, and maybe cat fish if I was in the mood for it. I love my seafood, however. I had never tried squid, or eel, so I knew it was going to be hard to figure out. So I finally decided on the smoked salmon roll, the crunchy tuna roll, and the killer shrimp roll with that wasabi on it. Wasabi is a lot like horse raddish, and I absolutely love horse raddish, so I figured I’d be at home. When the rolls are brought out, you get chop sticks, which I have never had any experience with, and our plate is nothing more than a block of wood with these leggie things on the bottom. All the rolls everybody ordered came on one big ji-normous block of wood, that they placed in the middle of the table. The rolls were cut up into eight pieces, so Heather had to get mine for me, so I wouldn’t go grabbing everybody else’s. As a result of this, I got to try a piece of somebody’s squid roll, and somebody’s “spank me” eel roll. So you can safely say I got spanked. And what’s more, when you order drinks, they give you a little plate full of ginger leaves. I wanted to try some straight ginger, so I grabbed what I thought was a small piece, and ended up getting the jolt of my life. Note to self, Only eat one leaf of ginger.
All in all, it turned out to be an awesome meal, and an experience I’m sure I’ll be trying again. I was so stuffed after all that that I didn’t have room for desert. I would have loved to have found out what they had for deserts. I heard something about fried ice cream. Maybe I’ll get that next time. As for the rolls, I might do the eel next time, because it tasted awesome. I also might see with the crab and lobster ones taste like.