iNeed to Vent

I got a new iPhone 4S yesterday and immediately set about getting it all configured and set up the way I want it. This process included only the odd "wow" and "oooh" from me as I discovered the simplicity and seamlessness of its operation and integration. This is a far bit away from the normal words that issue forth from my heavily contorted visage as the beads of sweat like drops of tropical rain roll unabated down my bald head, only to steam off of my red enraged face.

Aside from being pretty, it is another cog that is necessary in my professional electronic organization nirvana. Or at least that what I told myself to justify my purchase. Truth be told, it isn't really my purchase... It is my company's. I am the only Apple devotee in a sea of people who think I am a mindless follower of the cult of Mac. But they none-the-less relented as I made the case my purchase was necessary and directly impacted my ability to juggle my job.

I have the thing. I love it. I literally and to an unnatural degree love my phone. I'll get over that, I guess, like you do after any purchase like this. After time, it loses its luster and becomes less special.

Or is that the case for Apple's products? Several months on I am still enamored by our iPad, bought for us as an anniversary gift by my parents. It is almost flawless. I say almost because for some reason I can't get Facetime to work. I am sure a small investment of time, (which I don't have as reasonable a need as that is), will lead me to the answer and all will be right with the world.

When I got my phone, all the "Apple People" congratulated me and greeted me warmly. Friends responded to my Facebook status and I got several Facetime calls from other iPhone users... just because they could. It was like going to heaven and seeing Grandma and your favorite dog waiting there for you, hands outstretched. I felt like I was immediately and without prejudice a member of this community of happy people.

And it isn't so much that I love my phone. I knew I would. Having not lived under a rock these past four years, I have used many iPhones. But I think I unlocked the secret of why people pay more to drink of the "Cupertino Kool-Aid" as I am now calling it. My iPhone has engendered within me an instantaneous and deep enmity for my old Blackberry.

Crashes, problems, limited capabilities... these are all well-known and long suffered traits of the Blackberry that users know all too well. Furthermore, I tried to remove the software from my computer and cannot because of some sort of registry error that lead me to the nerdernet, (the 1% of the internet not devoted to celebrity gossip, porn and other ill-conceived subject matters and actually containing useful information), to find out why.

Off to the command prompt and typing in all sorts of things to supposedly get it to fix itself and still no-go. I reinstalled, "fixed" and otherwise tried to restore the program, which never worked correctly in the first place, all in order to get it off my computer.

It's still there, in spite of an hour of work. And wouldn't you know, throwing the actual Blackberry had no discernible effect on the situation? If utter violence can't solve a problem than what of the world as I know it?

And now my love, sits proudly to my left, streaming Van Morrison, so beautifully playing the object of my affection, while on my right is the pile of parts that used to be my Blackberry as useful now in pieces as it was intact. Beauty and the Beast, indeed.