Disorderly Content

Yesterday was iDay, the day when either Apple changed the world (again) or the analysts were right (and when's the last time that happened?).

I refer of course to June 29th, the day the iPhone went on sale. I debated heading over to my local mall last night to check out the crowds, and maybe even the phone, but common sense and a call from a friend kept me on the couch. But today was another story. And so it was, fortified with a nice lunch at the local Vietnamese soup place, I found myself at Valley Fair. Since I parked on the Macy's side, I stopped first at the Cingular-turned-AT&T Store, where I found two iPhones on display. Had to wait a few minutes for the guys in front of me to stop playing, but then it was my turn.

Wow.

Cool.

Yeah.

In case that isn't clear enough, I was deeply impressed. I had a hard time typing, until I realized that using my thumbs (the approved technique for keyboard-based smartphones) was a bad idea. Once I switched to my index finger, I started hitting the right key a lot more often. But that was my only complaint; the graphics were beautiful and fast, the applications easy to figure out. I tried making a call, and found the sound much better than on my Nokia E62 (aka The Phone That Doth Suck) and the phone a lot easier to position next to my ear. As a video player the iPhone is superb, and it makes a nice iPod.

I placed the Suckphone next to the iPhone, and was amazed at how much smaller and thinner the iPhone is. And then I had to ask the important question: I know I have to agree to a two year contract to get one, but how does that affect the year and change on my current one? The answer surprised me: I basically wipe the time remaining on my current phone and start two years from the day I activate the new one. Which, by the way, has a cheaper plan than I have now.

So why didn't I buy, you ask? Only because they were out of 8GB models, and I refuse to settle for less. So I'll have to order one and wait a little bit. Which seems fair, I guess. The only question now is how long I hold out. Any guesses?

Not Safe For Work (probably), unless you're like me and work from your couch. Heck, it may not even be safe then:

Be sure to stick around for the impersonations.

(Thanks to my friends at The ScapeCast, who on occasion go way off topic.)