iCaved
So it’s public record that I’ve never been that thrilled with my RAZR. It crapped out once, and I got a warranty replacement. A couple weeks ago, the replacement crapped out and there was no way I was going anywhere near another Motorola.
It didn’t help that my iPod had finally died — not even the complex resuscitation techniques I’d developed could bring it back — a couple of days before that.
I’d been rationalizing what it’d take for me to buy an iPhone since January. Faced with having to get a new phone and a new iPod — no, you see, I need an iPod for drowning-out-annoying-coworkers-when-I’m-on-deadline purposes — well, it made incredible sense to my shiny-thing-loving girlbrain. And my rational brain was able to concede that it wasn’t entirely about the shiny factor.
Aside from the annoyance of every chain coffeeshop charging ridiculous fees for their wifi (and the frequent lack of an independent shop nearby), my iPhone experience has been pure awesome.
And the iPhone-friendly version of Meebo was a lifesaver when I was in London. If you’re the mobile web type, check it out.
