So last night I was standing on the floor at First Avenue watching Ted Leo, and I got an email from my mom saying they just saw my picture of snow mold on WCCO. Yeah, I know! The internet is awesome. Anyway, I went to reply to her and got something like this:<\/p>\n
oqiopqiopqiopqio<\/em><\/p>\n That was just from typing the letter ‘o’. So, yeah, something was amiss with my phone. Most of the letters work, but when I hit o, p, w, or s, random letters pop up, menus open, and I’m surprised it doesn’t dial 911 for me. I rebooted, then I removed the battery and checked the water damage indicator (even though I knew nothing had happened), and it still kept writing ghosts texts for me.<\/p>\n So I got on chat with T-Mobile this morning (because I didn’t want to be on the phone for 37 hours at work), and the first thing the lady told me was that I didn’t have the $5.99 monthly insurance plan, so I’d have to buy a new phone. Well, having been a T-Mobile customer since they were Aerial, then Voicestream, I knew that was seven kinds of bullshit. Their phones are under warranty for a year, and after that, you have to buy a new one. Mostly I know this because my phones have a habit of breaking a couple weeks before the end of the warranty period, which I sincerely appreciate, because then it only costs me $10 to replace them.<\/p>\n Anyway, I told her my understanding about the warranty, and she proceeded to walk me through all the troubleshooting steps, then said they would ship me a replacement. Which is awesome, but still: what the hell, T-Mobile? Had I not known to ask about the warranty, would you have stuck me with buying a new phone? That kind of sneakiness is pretty offensive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" So last night I was standing on the floor at First Avenue watching Ted Leo, and I got an email from my mom saying they just saw my picture of snow mold on WCCO. Yeah, I know! The internet is awesome. Anyway, I went to reply to her and got something like this: oqiopqiopqiopqio That …read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nerdery"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/po9qt-vg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1938","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1938"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1938\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1938"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1938"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1938"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}