Apple Has Taken a Bite Out of Me

...I'm dreaming of apples...seriously. I have never been one to get caught up in the hype of the latest new craze, especially if involved a giant cut-out version of a fruit. I never owned an iPod, not even a Shuffle. I didn't go get an iPhone last year when everyone else was getting theirs and I was up for a cell phone upgrade. The juicy, delicious did not entice me with their Mac Books or iTunes or any of that garbage...that was, until now.



But then I touched an iPhone and I felt a sudden twinge in my heart. I loved being able to push and pull the page around on the screen, the power of finger manipulation of this little genius toy succombed to every desire I ever had for electronics. We've all done it....*gulp*...kicked or beat or even coaxed with gentle words, our electronics into submission. We've blown in the ends of our Ninetendo cartridges, hand rolled the cassette tape back, or even smacked the old CRT monitors or television sets upside the head to get the scrolling bars to stop scrolling. It sent a sort of power within us, to smack the thing and have it magically respond, as if our discipline had made it change its ways and it was now trying to be a "good little boy/girl." We got frustrated with the 011010101 nonsense and we just wanted to get our hands on the little thing and shake it into submission. We've all pulled the roller balls out of our old mouse and taken a toothpick to the little pieces inside, just trying to clean the dirt in order to get the little cursor to move precisely where we wanted it to be, wishing we didn't have to mess with the hand-eye coordination of the thing to begin with. So when Jobs enticed me with this touchscreen technology, I resisted originally because the idea was so foreign (and there's so many fingerprints on my phone already, and I'm not even touching it on purpose!!!).



But I touched that little iPhone and I felt like the medical officer on the Starship Enterprise. I felt like some secret spy in a high tech lab, moving case files and crime scene photos around with my finger pointed at the wall, touch and drag style. And I realized that dreams do come true, and fingerprints don't much matter in the grand scheme of things. Each day after my first encounter, I found myself wanting more. I screamed at my cell phone for being completely inadequate. I found myself moving my finger from right to left on my camera's LCD screen, only to see a smudge across the same picture I had just been viewing. I fought the urge, resisted the temptation if only for my need to keep all the money I had saved safely tucked away in the bank. I wasn't due for another upgrade until June, and I was sure as hell not going to pay full price for anything! I was a bargain shopper, damnit!



And then Jobs found my weakness. He combined my desire (and resistance to) for the Kindle, a digital photoframe (which I would never pay 100 for when I can 10 of the dollar frames and just line them up one after the other on my desk, space to work be damned!), a music player like the iPod, and a mini notebook computer, ....along with my newfound desire for that shiny new iPhone...in a neat, compact little package. (Mommy like! Mommy want! Daddy agree!) Add to that my insane desire to want something new first, or not at all...(I would hate to conform to mass society and be a part of the trend...at least that's what I tell everyone!)...and I find myself shopping on Apple's site once a day, adding to the shopping cart in my head all the little apple shaped shiny things I want! Now, the real question is...will I actually break down and buy the damned thing? And...if I do...will I still want that upgrade to an iPhone in June?



Steve has done it...and I'm a little bitter to be converted in such a sneaky way!...but I'm a convert just the same...