Just in time for Valentine's Day, I'm welcoming a brand new love into my life...in the form of a beautiful iPhone. Yes, I'm aware that I am late to the whole iPhone party, but I'm celebrating like a love-crazed fool anyway, lateness be damned. I've been a fan of all things Macintosh since second grade when I played Snooper Troopers on an Apple IIe and fell in love with the little rainbow logo. So it's been an interminable wait for my wireless contract to expire allowing me to trade in my old Blackberry for a new shiny iPhone without having to pay the $850 fee. Because $850 buys a lot of shoes, people. And a girl's gotta have her priorities.
On the day my contract was up, I marched into the Verizon store and made this little baby mine:
(and the heavens may have opened up and choirs of angels may have sang.)
Now there was nothing wrong with my reliable old Blackberry, mind you. It made calls, relayed my emails, had an impressive battery life, and entertained my kids with BrickBreaker and Word Mole. But its measley 3mp camera took horrible photos. With no flash. And the small display and antiquated keyboard were lacking in the sleek and flashy department. Yes, it was functional, but I wanted more. And I may have just inadvertently explained why men leave their wives for younger, sexier girls. Hmmm...
At any rate, the new phone and I are getting along smashingly. It's hard to name just one of my favorite features, because I'm enamored with the voice control system to dictate emails, texts and tweets (typing is so 2011!) and the camera quality is stellar (hello Project Life photos!). And I love the "speech bubble" message format with that undeniable Apple design flair:
My first text on the 4S, send from the bathroom at a local restaurant. Oh, quit acting like you don't text while peeing.
I'm also thoroughly enralled with Siri, who I'm enjoying having around for coffee talk in the morning. The conversation is always a bit one-sided, but I'm hoping once she knows me better, she'll come out of her shell:
And while she'll gladly inform me of upcoming appointments, send emails, or answer questions about the meaning of life, my kids prefer to test her knowledge of gastric functions:
It always comes back to the fart jokes, doesn't it?
So today I'm shopping for new covers to keep this baby safe and cozy...and maybe I need to get her some chocolate and wine for Valentine's Day, too.
What's up in your world?
