Last night I turned on the little camera I talked so much shit about a couple of days ago and was greeted with a brilliant prismatic puddle punctuated with radiant fracture lines, a tiny silicon spider web of sadness. No picture except for the very bottom. Broken LCD.
I’ve got a 2-year warranty from Fry’s, but it specifically excludes broken screens. I’ll try anyway, but the chances seem pretty slim.
I’m not exactly brokenhearted about it–I wasn’t exactly in love with the damned thing–but I am pissed off. I know I’m not easy on electronics–or anything else, for that matter–but I didn’t inflict any particular trauma on this camera, that I’m aware of. It was in my coat pocket all day. It’s just a cheap piece of crap, the kind of thing I’m not used to getting from Sony, but am starting to see from them more and more often. It pisses me off. That’s almost a day and a half take-home pay down the drain. 12 hours gone from my life, and for what? Twenty fucking pictures? Fuck you, Sony!
You get what you pay for, I suppose. It’s just that I thought I was getting a cheap camera because it had limited functionality, not because it breaks if you look at it wrong.
I am hard on things, I guess. In refutation of the utter super-breakable crap that permeates the world today, here’s my list of things that last:
- Motorola StarTAC — This phone was the bomb. As good the day I stopped using it as the day I started.
- Sanyo SCP-5150 — This phone made the StarTAC look like a little bitch. I took this phone for swims with me just so it wouldn’t get lonely. It was eaten by a Chihuahua. It was dropped down cliffs. I used to throw it down on concrete sidewalks and stomp on it just to demonstrate how indestructible it was. I bought the successor model to this phone, the PM-8200, just because I was so impressed with the 5150. It seems like a good decision so far–Half the pretty is knocked off the outside, but the camera and both displays still work, even after a couple of good dunkings and a memorable episode involving the phone and I taking parallel 5-foot falls onto limestone (the phone came through it better than I did).
- Doc Martens — I’ve had two pairs of boots and a pair of shoes. They’re the most durable shoes I’ve ever had, period…and I’m hard on shoes.
- Structure 6-button polo — I’ve had a pair of these shirts since I was 19, and they’re still going strong. Not a rip in ‘em, and you know that’s not due to my careful storage and use. Structure used to make some damn fine shirts. I also had a couple of their raw silk “Architect’s Work Shirt”s, and they lasted a large number of years, too.
…sadly, that’s about it.