My New Cell Phone

My New Cell Phone

Yummy candy screen
possessing all knowledge
Mesmer flouts my doom

I have recently stepped into the 21st century and gotten a smart phone, one that has the lovely touch screen and can google anything anywhere at any time. The problem is that with the ability to connect to so much information comes the ability to look up stupid things at inapropriate times. Last night as I was driving home from work, trying to get onto the freeway during the after-work rush hour, I found it imperative that I look up the name of the thin membranes that cover the brain. This had to be known at all costs, traffic be damned. These types of phones should not be allowed to work while you are driving—unless of course there is an emergency. In which case the phone should have some sort of alert system that will turn it back on, like when you've had a wreck and the smart phone detects blood on its screen. In any event, I came closer than I would have liked to gently tapping the the back end of the car in front of me with the front end of my car, all because of my really smart phone. From now on the softly glowing candy screen will remain off during drive time. And if you are still wondering, it is the meninges that cover your brain.