Mmmmmm. Sidekicky.
It's the phone I love. It's the phone I hate. It tortures me. Yet it treats me so well. It's like that girl I had a crush on in high school. Except for the treat me so good part because, well, she ripped out my heart, danced on it, then inflated the chambers with monkey farts. But the phone is cool, despite all its problems.
Soon here will be The Sequel. Judging by the photo it's, well, cool. The quality of the photos suck, that's true, but it looks amazingly cool.
Cool enough, in fact, that when I finally buy mine, I may flip it open the first time and yell, "Maltz! Choey Chu!" (Sorry my Klingon spelling and grammar is rusty.)
Or, better yet, I'll flip it open and say, "Look at us. Is this what you want? You've... pitted us against each other... like animals in a cage. For what? Do you know what it is to feel... to... Love?"
