Another round of emojis is expected in June to aid us in gradually phasing out unnecessary written and spoken language. Among the 69 potential useful selections are breastfeeding emojis, a Merman and Mermaid, a vomit emoji, and a genie, all of which seem pertinent to daily living.
On a recent Friday night, I arrived home from a social engagement and set my alarm for 4 am, because I needed to call House Speaker Paul Ryan. It’s become a lonely, private habit, this last two weeks, calling Paul Ryan. Specifically, I dial his constituent hotline numbers, all four of them—one in DC and three in…
The iPhone 7 has arrived, and—apparently—it’s an especially temperamental model. Many who have already acquired Apple’s latest toy say that the phone emits a peculiar hissing noise when it is engaged in too much activity.
Kim Kardashian, mother of North, Saint, and Selfies, is having a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day, and it’s all because her phone broke. But not her Lumee®-wrapped iPhone, which is presumably fine and could easily be replaced by Apple. It’s her second phone—her Blackberry—that has suffered irreparable damage.
Last year, emojis reintroduced themselves in different skin tones, and now the Unicode Consortium is considering adding customizations that would allow you to change the gender of existing emoji.
Christina Lee and Michael Saba, a young couple living in a suburb of Atlanta, are in a frustrating and potentially dangerous situation: Strangers keep showing up to their house at all hours of the day and demanding lost phones with tracking apps that have led them to Lee and Saba’s address. But Lee and Saba are not…
Playbill.com has identified and interviewed the man who attempted to charge his phone in a prop outlet on the stage of the Broadway play Hand to God. “Girls were calling all day,” explains 19-year-old Nick Silvestri from Long Island. “What would you do?”
That goddamn app. Even though it's ugly and incomprehensible and barfs useless notifications at me, I keep using it. When I touch its stupid icon on my screen, it's a hate tap. It's a finger cringe. But I can't quit!
If someone's ever accused you of being addicted to your mobile phone, print out this post and put it in your wallet so that you can let them know that no matter how much time you spend on your phone, if you're not on it for 15 hours a day, you're doing fine.
The phone call isn't dead. Despite what many a journalist/blogger/paranoid internet commenter might have you believe, smartphones can indeed still dial out. Of course, that doesn't mean it's not in the process of dying. And if you have even a shred of decency about you, you'll help take it out back Old-Yeller-style…
A California Highway Patrol officer has confessed to sending himself personal and nude photos from the phones of women he has arrested for DUI and sharing the photos with colleagues in what he refers to as a "game."
At long last, technology has finally figured out how to combine two of the most important activities on Earth—taking pictures of ourselves and brushing our hair.
It's hard to be a passive-aggressive person in an age of waning face-to-face communication, all but robbed of the microexpressions you need to make people feel bad without actually saying anything. Thank goodness our old dotty end of sentence friend the period is here to help.
About a month and a half ago, after years of relentless Blackberry mockery from my plugged in coworkers, I did something pretty out of my typically Luddite character: I bought a smartphone. And so far, I like it just fine. I can listen to Spotify on my phone now, which is nice. And the picture quality is much better…
One of the world's greatest, most enduring mysteries has finally been solved. No, we haven't figured out what Stonehenge is for, how the pyramids were built, who really killed JFK, what caused the Bloop, the identity of the man in the Taman Shud case, or why Jennifer Aniston keeps getting roles in major studio films —…
Make sure to disinfect your hands by removing the first three layers of epidermis and then soaking them in bleach for ten minutes after you send your next text. Because, seriously, your hands are fucking disgusting and your precious iPhone is a germ magnet.
If you've ever found yourself grinding your molars because the person sitting next to you in a coffee shop was gabbing away on a cellphone about the previous night's bout of food poisoning from a vending machine chili dog, you no doubt wished that you had laser eyes so you could melt that person into a puddle of…
Today is the 20th anniversary of the first text message. Should we be afraid of what's next? No way. Texting doesn't replace conversation with connection; it enhances it. I love texting, and you'd have to pry my phone from my cold, dead hands to get me to stop typing out my feelings. (And I'd probably still figure out…
Watching your phone battery disappear as you're out and about running errands is a modern inconvenience, but an inconvenience all the same. You are an important person with places to go and calls to make! You have business to attend to or, at the very least, you would like to text your friend a photo of the guy you…
If people don't stop seriously injuring themselves because they're walking in a crowded city with their eyes trained on the latest cat-and-monkey-become-best-friends-and-steal-a-shopping-cart video, then some lawmaker is going to sense that there's an easy way to start generating revenue by having police issue…
