My friend came over last night with his little iPhone. Proceeded to force me to try the basketball game, and you know what? It was effing cool. But my hand and fingers grew weary after 2 minutes of meandering, touchscreening, finger flickering madness. Cryptic flashes of carpel tunnel, the pain I felt after playing a Wii, that damn silly addicteous carnival game: I don't like to be in pain whilest I play with electronics. When I was 10 years old Mattel came out with beyond their time electronic handheld games: in Football, Baseball, and Basketball flavors. Those were, if you think about it, the seeds for the design of the Blackberry as we see it today: two hands at work in a comfortable joyous manner.
And so, my kooky Linux friend insisted the iPhone is still the coolest handheld on the planet.
We we argued forth and fought the immortal battle between who has the cooler toy.
He was jealous of some of my features.
I got a swelled sac of envy over the carpel tunnel basketball game.
Both devices are cool.
One is a toy.
One is a multifunctioning arctic blast of raw beauty.
The 8900 reigns.