Right, so my big, fat Luddite ass just got with the 21st century and bought an iPhone. No, not an iPhone 5, but an iPhone 4S. And when I say bought, I mean got for free by renewing my contract with my service provider. Prior to this I did not have a smartphone, but rather an LG flip-phone with a keypad–and I can’t emphasize keypad enough here. Short of a Blackberry, this last-gen device is perhaps the best equipped piece of mobile phone technology for sending off a rapid-fire tweet or text message. I miss it already!
Y’know, I guess all Apple users must have small, dainty hands, those graphic designers and 12-year-old fangirls and whatnot. But me, I do not. My hands are huge, like two frying pans with sausage fingers–and I keep hitting the wrong letters on this freakin’ touch keypad!
Now, dialing phone numbers isn’t so bad, as the number-pad is much larger, but the letter pad is a different story. Snicker at Samsung all you want, Steve Jobs worshippers, but I actually wish I had a stylus right now. The worst part? Since my old sim card was roughly half the size of an iPhone 4S, I had to re-enter all my contacts in by hand. Well, not all of them. If you don’t live in Toronto anymore–or I don’t see the need to speak with you nowadays–you’re probably not in my new iPhone. (I don’t think you’ll miss me, anyways.)
In any case, I’m now in the process of installing Twitter, Facebook and other social media apps, so I should be fully good to go by tomorrow–right after I upgrade to a wireless modem that is. (Believe it or not, I’m actually running Windows 7, but only because my old laptop crapped out after six years, so I had to get a new one.) Next step is to upgrade from my 15-inch TV, then I’ll officially be a 21st Century Schizoid Man, or something of the sort…