I currently have a Treo 700 with the Palm OS. I got it in November 2006, and in early November 2007 - almost as if it could sense its warranty expiration date approaching - it started acting nutty. I ended up having to have it replaced (with a refurb) and now it's acting nutty as well.
Nutty = endless reboot cycle.
Sort of a deal-breaker.
So, now I'm in the market for a new device. I'm not locked into Sprint and would happily choose another provider. I'm thinking of going with AT&T.
I could use a little bit of help deciding which device to get. Here's what I'm leaning toward. Either the:
Blackberry Curve (in red so it's not confused with Scott's/Frank's). Benefits: push email, service in the middle of the fricking Pacific Ocean, GPS built-in. Drawbacks? Browser isn't all that cool, no touch screen.
Or the:
iPhone. Benefits: Great browser, looks cool, can listen to music on it (not sure I care about this), and generally speaking it probably meets all my needs. Drawbacks: I don't like all the hype, it doesn't have GPS, I've heard that the OS can act a little funny sometimes. Cost. Also, doesn't sync with Outlook??? (but I hear that's coming.)
I have almost no knowledge about how easy it is to check email.
I feel like I wrote this in a biased way, which makes me wonder if I've already made my choice? But anyway:
Do you have any experience with either of these, or a reason to prefer an entirely different device? I'd appreciate *any* feedback you smarties can give.
Not only did Frank win his first marathon this weekend, but he also hightailed it to the airport in order to make a tight connection in order to make it home for Easter in order to be my hero.
Can I just say that, as fascinating as I find it, I'm glad that people don't molt like this?
Plus the little guy (gal?) seemed really sluggish while this was going on. Yes, I'm sure that having your skin split down the middle and peel off is somewhat traumatic and requiring of effort. But if I were him, I wouldn't sit out in the open like this, especially within striking distance of my lizard-stalking dog.
A few years back, my mom-in-law gave me a cool piece of software called Life Form, which helps track nutrition, exercise and other health-related facts. It has a huge database of nutritional facts, and you can add new foods and even recipes, which comes in handy. All in all it's a fantastic way for me to keep track of what I'm eating.
One morning I was entering my morning cup of coffee (1 cup) and skim milk (3 tbsp, more or less) and thought to myself, I wonder if Life Form knows about Splenda/sucralose. Nope. But when I started typing it, the program suggested another "food":
I'm sorry, WHAT?!
I mean, I've lived in Texas for a long time, so of course I've heard of people eating squirrel (though I myself haven't had the pleasure). I have never stopped to consider how one might prepare a meal of squirrel, but if I had, you can be sure that raw squirrel would not have occurred to me outside of certain dire, hypothetical Donner Party / desert island scenarios.
It's also beyond comprehension to me that this would be considered standard fare, enough to be included in a database of everyday foods, especially when other things which I've thought ought to be in there have been missing.
However, it does make me wonder: would it be called...squishi?
We've been stuck in the house for the past 3 days. Christopher has a virus and matching ear infections, which sounds awful but somehow isn't. He's been playing and asking to ride his bike, but I can't get his fever below 100 even with Motrin. (Update: woohoo! down to 99.2!)
In other news, I've been pondering the enigma that is my child. This is a boy who will ask for band-aids because he cannot stop himself from compulsively picking bug-bite scabs. That's right, he knows he'll pick it if he can so he asks for something to cover it up with. He has little scars all over his legs because of past pick sessions.
But then there's the loose tooth. Actually, "loose" doesn't even really cover how unanchored this tooth is. I can see 9/10 of the bottom edge of the tooth. It's really just sitting there in his face, held in only by the power of his mind. The adult tooth behind it has almost completely grown in already.
Because, while he appears to enjoy wiggling it with his tongue, he will NOT just pop the thing out already. It's driving me a little bit nutty (though this is probably due to my own OCD tendencies).
I tried to take several pictures of his mouth to show you, but the pictures really didn't capture the jaunty angle of the tooth or its gravity-defying stubbornness. Sorry.
On the eve of our trip Christopher thoughtfully posted a notice to his Lego subjects:
We're not sure we'll have (or want) an internet connection where we're going, but if we do I'll try to post something about our days. Have a great week!
So, a couple of weeks ago, I reported that Frank had achieved a goal: breaking the 3-hour barrier at the Austin marathon. Well, we had no idea what a media circus our lives would turn into in the wake of such a milestone.
He's been ridiculous to live with ever since. (No, not really. Frank is one of the most modest people I know.)
Also, he's started a running blog, so if you're a runner or want to be, check it out! He's just getting started, but it will be pretty informative as we develop the site.
Well, the website is fixed...again. It didn't crash this time but we couldn't connect to it, frustrating me to no end. Frank came through yesterday afternoon - thanks, hon!
While I regroup I shall leave you with this conversation between me and Christopher:
(another one revolving around Camp Lazlo)
C: So there's this lady named Miss Mucus, and guess how she makes cookies? She cuts the dough with a chainsaw and flattens it with a big tire and then she hits it with a WHAM-IT!
Right now we're hanging out in the San Jose airport, waiting for two parts to be flown in from two separate places in order for our plan to be repaired and to get us home.
I should mention that I'm a frequent but slightly nervous flyer, and I was somewhat apprehensive already about the weather forecast in Austin this evening (high winds and cloud-to-ground lightning strikes) especially after watching this amazing video of a Lufthansa jet from yesterday:
But then, as we were readying to board, the gate announces that, "yes, folks, there's some sort of mechanical issue with two of the parts." Turns out, funny story, that the two broken pieces must be flown in from two separate places and then, if all the elements magically cohere into a seamless solution , they'll fix the plane and off we'll go, 4 hours late. Easy peasy.
Back to the Admirals Club where Frank's nice smile and status card implies "do you know who I am?" So we get ticketed on a later flight just in case ours is cancelled (which at this writing seems likely, much to my relief).
But the best part? the truly best part? I was sitting here minding my own business when I hear behind me a man answering his call phone. "Hello?" he says, "Oh, Barack! Hi How are you?" My heart skipped a beat. Did he really say that? Oh to be so close to greatness! The man listened for a good while and made some vague comments about 8-month strategy and "I agree that that's the road to take" while I glared at everyone around me to shut up so I could hear what he was saying. Just as I was beginning to doubt what I'd heard, he very clearly said "Ok, sounds great. I'll call you later on your cell (oh to be a fly on his shoulder). Talk to you soon, Barack."
Frank was laughing his arse off at my starstruck expression, and then again when he dared/urged me to go up to the man to ask him about the phone call. I didn't. I couldn't figure out a non-creepy way to ask him about the call on which I'd been eavesdropping. But I like the idea that I was 2 feet from greatness.
As a disclaimer: I have met and even been flirted with by celebrities (fine, it was during my college years) and shrugged it off. It surprises me how giddy it made me to think that the dude I was sitting behind was talking to Barry. Ah, Barry.
