I ♥ My Droid
Beyond a smart phone, this thing is kick-ass genius. DROID. I love its good looks, its size and design. DROID. I love how it wakes up, with a shudder in your hand, opening its red-eye to the world -- so weird, and yet so charming as it flashes and blinks in its Space Odyssey HAL-like mode (I’m sorry, Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.) DROID. I love its creepy little ringtone.
There were phones and apps all around, but I never heard them calling. ‘Til there was DROID. And now, I can barely keep my hands off the dang thing.
DROID. I love that it’s a phone I don’t have to dial. Just talk to it and it makes my call. I love that it’s Google at my fingertips, wireless and free. . . the internet at my command.
DROID. I love that it’s street smart and savvy, too, a GPS with directions I can actually follow, without programming or fumbling at a keyboard. DROID knows where I am and where I’m going at all times, and how to get me from point A to B - even when I take stupid detours. (Big Brother be damned, DROID is my little R2-D2, ever so helpful and cheerful ) DROID is clever, too, can tell you the nearest Starbucks and pizza and Chinese take-out on any route.
DROID. I love that it understands me: knows my voice and touch. With a keyboard program called SWIPE , my DROID forgives the worst possible spelling and scribbling, and catches the meaning of even my most feeble attempts at communication.
DROID. I love that it can tell time, keep my calendar, check email, play music and movies. I love that I can use it as a camera, a Kindle reader, a personal photo gallery, a daily gateway to this very blog (which I admit I check obsessively, and thank you for reading)
DROID. I love that it does things I don’t need. Like Angry Birds, Doodle Jump, Anywhere Abs, and Pocket Fitness Coach. So what’s wrong with this perfectly marvelous, excessively personal electronic device? Just that. It’s so aptly suited to being a constant companion, a relentless source of amusement and distraction, I actually believe it to be habit forming, recharging my brain, changing my life, one time killer app at a time.
DROID. Love it. Leave it. (Give it a rest, and kill the apps.)
Yes! That's exactly how I feel about my iPhone. And Droid is a much cuter name. This is great. Now I can just direct my friends and associates to this post and say, "Here is why you need a smart phone." Because it's intuitively helpful, mindblowingly techie cool and FUN!
ReplyDeleteLove the HAL clip, too.
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My heart soars like an eagle... (Little Big Man) to find a reader and a comment. Blogging can be a silly and lonely business. Thank you, Annie.
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