Today (as if yesterday wasn’t bad enough) something bad happened. I think it was a plot, deliberately set up by the disturbing army of furry animals in my working environment.
One of the furry perpetrators.
Several of these fuzzy small animals (which I had posted about before) inhabit my workplace. My iPhone also inhabits my workplace. I read it through thoroughly, and I can guarantee you Apple simply failed to factor in this force of nature: kittens. In the course of the afternoon lunchtime, I had my iPhone lying on a book, in my bookshelf. I was sitting on my couch, which sits next to this bookshelf. I was furiously working away on a few icons for the Forgotten Mainframe set when a sound broke me out of my working flow.
The perpetrators, who were located in a section of the shelf above the section where my iPhone (and book) was lying, decided it was a brilliant idea to jump down to the section below them, using the protruding area of the book as a stepping stone. Unfortunately, the impact of several kittens on the side of the book made it act like a lever, slinging my iPhone into the floor like a trebuchet.
Needless to say, I hurried to check on the device. I clicked it on, checked the screen – nothing seemed wrong. I put it in a safe place and gave the kittens an evil stare.
Kittens, however, work far more subtly in their destructive ways.
I got a phone call. The marimba ringtone of the iPhone permeated my office, the device buzzing. A big finger-inviting green ‘slide to answer’ slider appeared on the lit screen. And then the terror began.
I tapped it. And I tapped it again, as if trying again would solve this problem of an iPhone touch screen changing into a regular vanilla screen. I rubbed it, gave it a hard reset. “Slide to Unlock”. Regardless of my sliding, it wouldn’t let me. The capacitive area behind the screen, sensing my fingers on the bottom half of my iPhone, was broken. The iPhone was now officially a paperweight.
Obviously, Apple doesn’t cover me since I live in the Netherlands, I hacked it, and they don’t like me in the first place (something about a molten Macbook Pro). Perhaps I’ll get a new one when I go to London in 2008, because yeah, that’s how much of a sucker I am.