Well. The honeymoon is over; the words no longer come easily, and we are definitely in the “don’ wanna” stage. And one of the other books is bouncing on its toes for my attention.
New words: 908
Reason for stopping: snooze time
Sustenance: Raspberry tea, sweet green grapes
Exercise: wrestling grocery carts
Teaching the spell-check to spell: munchies
Mean things: tantrums
Time wasters: internet slapfights, cleaning up address book & iTunes files for use on the phone, and writing my Congressman
In other news: Everyone in the office drooled over the iPhone. I sent our graphic designer into transports of delight by calling it while she was playing music. “It stops! And then it starts again!” I fear I will be held responsible for credit card abuse and increased phone bills. (Blame Jobs! I’m just the early adopter!)
So far, the thing that has made every single person go “ooooh:” rotating the phone to change a photo’s orientation while playing a slideshow.
The killer feature for me, though, is one they don’t even show off in the ads: in the phone menus, you have a list of favorites as well as your full contact list. This is huge. On my old phone, I had to scroll through all of my contacts (most of whom I hardly ever call) to get to things like “Home” and “Mom and Dad.” I’m sure there was a speed dial feature, but I never figured out how to use it. The phone’s manual resides on my bookshelf, where it dwarfs some of the YA paperbacks nearby. The device was, shall we say, complicated. It is now a paperweight, a purpose for which it is much better suited.