Hacking my E815

Thanks to the idea being put into my head by dr_scott, I've spent a couple of hours this evening searching out & installing the appropriate software to allow some minor hacking on my Motorola e815 cell phone.

As I type this, my phone is now suddenly browsable by my iMac via bluetooth, allowing me to transfer photos & music in and out of the cell phone without being dinged by Verizon Wireless for $0.25 per transfer.

I am Geek! Hear me roar (or at least giggle like a school girl)! :-)

Hacking my E815

Thanks to the idea being put into my head by dr_scott, I've spent a couple of hours this evening searching out & installing the appropriate software to allow some minor hacking on my Motorola e815 cell phone.

As I type this, my phone is now suddenly browsable by my iMac via bluetooth, allowing me to transfer photos & music in and out of the cell phone without being dinged by Verizon Wireless for $0.25 per transfer.

I am Geek! Hear me roar (or at least giggle like a school girl)! :-)

Sifting Through Photographs

I spent a little time earlier today cleaning up the hard drive of one of my XP boxes and tripped across the photo below. It's a scan of a 5x7" photo which is framed on our fireplace mantle; Mom asked me to scan it last May and I had forgotten entirely that I had done so.

The photo was taking in early October of 1994 on my parents' farm near Charlton in northern Ontario. Snowball (aka Goof) quietly passed away in his sleep in November of 1999, occupying the full length of his personal sofa in the dining room.

I'm suddenly struck by a wave of homesickness: I miss the farm, I miss living in Canada, I miss having snow (even if it lasts October to April) and I miss having the loving company of a dog.

I also kinda miss having a full head of hair but that's an unrelated issue.

Sifting Through Photographs

I spent a little time earlier today cleaning up the hard drive of one of my XP boxes and tripped across the photo below. It's a scan of a 5x7" photo which is framed on our fireplace mantle; Mom asked me to scan it last May and I had forgotten entirely that I had done so.

The photo was taking in early October of 1994 on my parents' farm near Charlton in northern Ontario. Snowball (aka Goof) quietly passed away in his sleep in November of 1999, occupying the full length of his personal sofa in the dining room.

I'm suddenly struck by a wave of homesickness: I miss the farm, I miss living in Canada, I miss having snow (even if it lasts October to April) and I miss having the loving company of a dog.

I also kinda miss having a full head of hair but that's an unrelated issue.