YSaC, Vol. 429: Did you check the couch cushions for little Timmy?
2009 September 19
Help Locate BBerry (Help!)
I know there are GPS tracking sites, such as Google, etc and any other ideas, I need to locate my missing BBerry. Also family locate, if you know anything about that.
Thanks!
Um. So the most important thing here is to find your Blackberry. And then, if the person has time, and it’s not too much trouble, it’d be nice if they’d also help you find your family.
Huh.
It’s good to be honest about your priorities, I suppose.
Thanks, Amanda, for sending this in!
Let’s look at the facts:
BBerry – friendly, useful, helps me to talk to others.
Family – a-holes, won’t help me find my BBerry, constantly backtalks me.
No contest. BBerry before Family. Any day. 🙂
Well, see, that’s why it’s also called a CrackBerry. It comes first, always. Family –no way, they’re a dime a dozen in these parts. And in addition, Arrr!
Arrrr! Well blow me down! I be forgettin’ what day this be! Apologies to those offended!
I’m not a pirate fan. Why can’t we have International Talk Like an Upperclass British Person day?
I’m also trying to figure out how someone else’s GPS will help this person find his/her missing Blackberry, especially if the Blackberry in question doesn’t want to be found. I have a Blackberry. The GPS has never once helped me find my glasses, my carkeys, or one of my cats when it’s time for her medicine. All it does is tell me I am on the wrong street.
You can have International Talk Like an Upperclass British Person Day, it just can’t be today. Start a website and get all your friends to pimp it around. 😀
Excellent point Cara del Perro! The Lord helps those who help themselves. And Sherri – count me in………
I’ve been trying to get February 2nd recognized as International Dance Like a Ballerina Day (2/2), but I haven’t tried the website angle yet …
2/2! Bwah!
Fluffy’s hiding under the sofa.
*RECALCULATING*
Now Fluffy’s in the closet.
*RECALCULATING*
Now Fluffy’s in the tub.
*RECALCULATING*
Now Fluffy’s right next to me on the counter, hitting me with her paw.
*RECALCULATING*
Now I’m in a beautiful broken heap on the floor, and I couldn’t less where Fluffy is.
All this time I thought Google was a search engine. Now I find out it’s a GPS tracking site.
He didn’t say that it was his family…
OK – losing the BlackBerry was careless but losing the family is a step beyond even the most accomplished cretin. I have my suspicions that this person is batting with less that the full complement of chromosomes – which may also be hereditary – which would explain why the ‘family’ are experiencing similar cretin location problems.
I’m looking forward to the Craigslist ad from said family that starts ‘We’ve lost our favourite cretin….’ – at that point we can all jump in and help, whilst exchanging wide eyed glances.
I dunno, my mom wanders off all the freaking time and I’ve had to have other people help me find her. Last time was a the Flogging Molly concert when she went to have a smoke with my friend. He went into the men’s room, came out and Mom was gone. Tomorrow is the start of my brother’s turn to watch her, phew! (No Mom is not senile; she just likes to wander off and talk to strangers.)
Sounds cool *wide eyed glance* – you should mention to her that, should she ever lose you guys, she should just simply advertise for some family finding help from strangers on Craigslist. Apparently it works everytime.
Your mom actually sounds pretty cool, musically speaking. The only circumstances in which I can imagine my mother at a Flogging Molly concert would involve kidnapping. You could tempt her easily by telling her it was celtic music, but when she asked you the name … forget it (she’s 67 and has always been v. proper).
Gee, whenever my family is missing, I usually call the police. Now that I know I can use BlackBerry-finding strangers from the internet, well, fuck the police! They won’t help me find my BlackBerry!
translation: I want to stalk my wife but I can’t figure out how to use google. someone help me?
My reasoning is that he always loses his family, and now he’s lost his Blackberry which is the only way he can ever get in touch w/ his family (or whoever’s family he’s looking for). This man needs some serious help, call the news and order a search party ASAP. The BB must be found!
Lassie! What’s the matter, girl? Your cousin stole your Blackberry…
Help me! My wife left me and stole my BlackBerry! She might have taken the battery out, so I can’t find it. I don’t want her back, just the phone.
…So they lost their Boo Berry and I’m supposed to help? Maybe, in exchange for Count Chocula.
I just sort of suspect the BlackBerry got Mom to make it a peanut butter sandwich, and then packed all of its accessories in a handkerchief tied to a pencil and ran away from home . . . in which case it should be home in a few hours, dude, all disheveled and missing you. (though if it was smart, it wouldn’t come back . . .)
Perhaps he sold the family to fund his BBerry habit, and once the high of all that information at his fingertips has subsided, he doesn’t remember it.
His family could set out on an epic quest to reunite with their loved one…well, their not so loved one now. You know…Homeward Bound like. Maybe they’ll meet a grizzled trucker who is really a sweet man who loves to sing opera as he drives down the highway.
Maybe they don’t WANT to be found.
This is why you need to write down or otherwise save in a different place people’s phone numbers. When you lose your BlackBerry, it’s hard to get in touch with the relatives who you never speak with unless you call them …
I must be behind in technology! I thought the guy stuttered and lost his fruit:)