Dr. Dr. Stupid (a.k.a. Orac)

As much as I hate to admit it, I’m not perfect.

I know, I know, given the (usually) tasty (usually) Respectful Insolence™ dished out nearly every day here, that’s a hard thing to believe, but it’s true. In fact, occasionally I even do something that is so unbelievably, incredibly, outrageously boneheaded that there’s only one thing to do: Blog about it.

About four months ago, I decided I needed (in actuality wanted) a new cell phone. So I perused the offerings of Sprint, the company I happen to be with right now, mainly because of an insanely cheap plan that we managed to get a few years ago and that has kept us from switching to other companies. It came down to a choice between a black Sanyo Katana and the Samsung A900. Because Sprint didn’t yet have any Motorola Razr phones, those were the closest Sprint had. For a number of reasons, not the least of which was that, to use the broadband Internet on the Samsung phone would require the addition of an expensive option that I wouldn’t use, I opted for the Katana. True, the camera on the Katana is a crappy 640 x 480 pixel model and nowhere near state of the art, but I almost never used the camera on my old phone anyway; so this deficiency just wasn’t important to me.

Overall, I was happy with the Katana, my only complaints being that its ringer wasn’t loud enough and I sometimes couldn’t hear it in a moderately noisy environment and that the screen rapidly started to look like crap. After three months, it looked scratched and dull. Then, about a week ago it appeared to be bubbling up and separating from the phone. So, the other day, I made a trip back to the store to complain.

Can anyone guess what happened?

I’ll tell you. I showed the phone to the clerk, who looked at it, slipped her fingernail under the bubble, and peeled off the plastic cover that was on the screen, saying, “Oh, that’s just the plastic screen protector that the phone’s packed with. On Sanyo phones they’re really close to the size of the screen.. See? Now the screen’s much brighter.”

I lamely thanked her and slunk back to my car, muttering to myself.

Stupid is as stupid does, I guess.

In any case, anyone feeling sorry for my amazing lack of intelligence in this one incident, feel free to make me feel less stupid by confessing your own most stupid incident in the comments…

By Orac

Orac is the nom de blog of a humble surgeon/scientist who has an ego just big enough to delude himself that someone, somewhere might actually give a rodent's posterior about his copious verbal meanderings, but just barely small enough to admit to himself that few probably will. That surgeon is otherwise known as David Gorski.

That this particular surgeon has chosen his nom de blog based on a rather cranky and arrogant computer shaped like a clear box of blinking lights that he originally encountered when he became a fan of a 35 year old British SF television show whose special effects were renowned for their BBC/Doctor Who-style low budget look, but whose stories nonetheless resulted in some of the best, most innovative science fiction ever televised, should tell you nearly all that you need to know about Orac. (That, and the length of the preceding sentence.)

DISCLAIMER:: The various written meanderings here are the opinions of Orac and Orac alone, written on his own time. They should never be construed as representing the opinions of any other person or entity, especially Orac's cancer center, department of surgery, medical school, or university. Also note that Orac is nonpartisan; he is more than willing to criticize the statements of anyone, regardless of of political leanings, if that anyone advocates pseudoscience or quackery. Finally, medical commentary is not to be construed in any way as medical advice.

To contact Orac: [email protected]

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