My very first blog post on "Life: The Buzz Killer" is dedicated to my recent iPhone purchase. For those of you who are not late adopters like me, this might seem a bit like writing a blog entry about getting a new Walkman (for those of you under 30, a Walkman was a nifty little device that allowed you to 'walk' around while listening to your music, except it was on tape instead of - oh crap, nevermind).
Please, read on. I promise you, I have a point.
My iPhone purchase was an enormously important event in my life, primarily because it marked the end of me feeling like a cell phone technology loser. My boss, my niece, my brother, other co-workers ALL have an iPhone, and quite frankly I was getting just a little bit tired of the joyous looks on their faces as they discovered some new app that removes bunions, or helps you figure out the meaning of life. I have a lot of crap that I need help with, so I broke down and made the jump.
Is my iPhone a buzz kill? Sorta. I've downloaded maybe three dozen free apps, and I have yet to find the one that will help me get my boys to sort their own god-damned socks. And the app to make my husband let go of the remote? Can't find it either. I thought I'd found an app that would help me lose weight - turned out it wanted ME to do all the work. Lame-o!
Don't get me wrong - it's my own damned fault if I let peer pressure and Apple's amazing hype machine trick me into thinking that the iPhone would solve all my problems, so I'm not complaining. And it really does have some pretty cool stuff. I spent almost an entire day with a little app called 'Shazam' recently playing songs on my old iPod and holding my iPhone up to them so it could tell me the name of the songs and the artists. Kewl - he-he, he-he.
And I'm a BEAST at Hangman now. That skinny little sucka will NOT die on my watch - ever! Especially since the one time he he did catch it in the neck because of my sadly diminished English language skills (sniff), hanging there on that, uh line thingy, the little guy reminded me too much of a 1950's lynching victim. So - save the world from evil, murderous racists? There's an app for that.
So - does it bother me that I had to pay $200.00 to get out of my Sprint contract in order to sign up with AT&T? No - I hate Sprint - I'm going to pay them a nickel a month until my balance is paid or I die, which ever comes first. Do I care that everyone sounds like Charlie Brown's school teacher if I turn face east while talking on my precious iPhone? Hell no! I don't even care that my plan is 30% higher than my old Sprint plan, I AM NO LONGER A CELL PHONE TECHNOLOGY LOSER!!!!! Ha!
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