My girlfriend has just bought a new cellphone – a Sony-Ericsson – and she is all excited as she invests the hours necessary to learn the interface so that she can take digital pictures and movies with it. She now has a picture of her beloved cat as the wallpaper and she is as happy as can be. She spends the remaining time typing in selectively, by hand, all the phone numbers from her old phone, her computer and the relic Nokia that currently serves as her bedside clock.

She is particularly excited that it looks sooo cute and that she can “change its clothes.” She is really pleased that it has “Blue Tooth.”