Oh man. The new iPhone.
Yeah, you knew I was going to be excited about it. I breathlessly gloated about acquiring my current phone lo those many years ago, and now it’s time for an upgrade. The current phone is really showing its age, too; I have to preemptively tell Liz to hush about its slowness every time she picks it up.
FaceTime… eh. When it’s integrated with iChat and Skype, maybe. I’m excited about HD video (I almost bought a Flip; glad I waited), that amazing display, and the case. And if there’s a gyro mouse app… wow. Just wow.
Think I’m going to go for white, possibly with a black bumper case if I can bear to cover up that steel band. I’ve never dropped my current phone, which leads me to think I’d be okay without it.
Switch plans this weekend. (Off the parents’ fam plan — yeah, I know, but it’s so much cheaper — and on to one with Liz.) Pre-order on Tuesday, the 15th. Pure steel-and-glass bliss on June 24th.*
* You better believe that if I can’t get it shipped to me on release date, I’m picking it up at the store, waiting in line like a sucker.
I am sorely disappointed about the lack of Mac Mini updates. I really need one to replace some DVR functionality (since I ditched digital cable) and act as a beefy set-top box. I’m giving it until June 14th… then ordering one anyway. Damn you, Apple!
