Edged in Blue

When they came out, I refused to get one despite having AT&T for my wireless.  It’s simple.  I’m allergic to fads.  I refused to watch Friends when it was on because everyone insisted I had to watch Friends (and every damned magazine in the country had a cover story about Jennifer Aniston’s hair, including The National Review and The Economist.)

And don’t get me started on hit songs.  Unless I catch a new hit before it’s a hit (Nelly’s “Hot in Here” for instance), it will forever be ruined in my mind.  Hence, you risk me going postal if you so much as mention “Achy Breaky Heart,” let alone sing it or play it.

But this device, this little thing that caused an orgy of consumerism, pushed me away by its very hipness.  But then…

Google teamed with T-Mobile for the Android, the world’s first Google phone.  Crackberry Blackberry offered the Storm through Verizon.  Palm is mounting an impressive comeback on the shoulders of Sprint.  Suddenly, the possibilities of what my least favorite device of the last twenty years – the accursed cell phone – could do seemed endless.  I did pricing.  I looked at plans.  And I realized it’d be no cheaper (and probably more expensive up front) to switch to Nita’s Verizon account just to get a Storm.

So, with the refund on my interest-free loan to the government, I am getting…

An iPhone.

Yeah, I know you’re all shocked.  Mr. I-don’t-need-no-steenkeeng-smartphone-so-I-can-look-all-hip-and-stuff is getting an iPhone.

What kind?

I’ll let you know.  Who knows?  I may even breakdown and start a Twitter account, though I still think Twitter’s about the most useless thing since Friendster.