I'll admit that I can be a bit of a stick-in-the-mud. I get that from my mother who for years refused to use a microwave. My old cell phone was pretty good, I could call people, recieve text messages, snap the odd picture, and store information. As far as checking email goes, yes, it was capable of doing that, but I never quite figured out how to do it. It wasn't really a big deal, I checked my email regularly on my old fashioned laptop, and never really felt the need to be able to do so on my phone.
As I was having my early morning coffee the other day at the local coffee shop, one of my friends walked in. He ordered his coffee, sat down beside me, and proceeded to check his email. His phone looked so bright, shiny, .....dare I say it - sexy. I looked over at my friend's face, illuminated in the glow of his iphone and he looked so smug and satisfied. He had one up on me. He knew it.
Not being one to miss an opportunity to boast a little, Dave proceeded to explain all the neat things his phone could do. It was a compass, a GPS system, a digital tape recorder, and look,... a piano. He even had a little drum set on the phone. It was magic, the best I've ever seen. Not only this, but you could browse on over to the application store, and for a relatively small fee download a variety of applications (I had finally learned what an application was - after having heard about them for years). I wasn't sold on the phone yet, but the cogs in my brain started to turn. The iphone worm was burrowing into my head. It was very nice, I knew I wanted one, but the consevative in me couldn't quite justify getting one. Still, I popped by the Rogers store later that evening and sneakily ogled the one that was on display.
The very next day I was driving out in the country, looking for a house that had been recently listed. It was cold, miserable and had started to snow a little. My clients were going to meet me there at 5.30pm, and I was getting worried that I would be late. I felt like I was in that scene from the movie"Children of the Corn" where the couple drive around and around, alway ending up at the same intersection, no matter which direction they drive. "If only I had a GPS",if only I had a GPS". That was the justification I needed. The very next day I went down to the Rogers store and bought one.
Oh boy. I haven't really figured out everything it can do yet, there's so much to it, but just for the heck of it, I checked my email while I was out on my evening walk. I hadn't recieved anything new since I had checked on my computer ten minutes previously, but now I knew that if I did get something new, I would know right away. I'm going to check the application store and download the guitar and see what else I would like. I puzzled a little over the application entitled "Sexy Pastries", until I realized that my eyes had inadvertently put an "r" in the word that shouldn't have beem there. I don't think I'll get that one. All in all, until the novelty wears off, I'm like a kid with a new toy