more fun than you can fit in your pocket
Despite the fact that we were both knocked flat with summer colds for a couple of days over the holiday weekend (part of the occupational hazard of sleeping 6 inches apart, I suppose), Tom and I threw a cookout at our place yesterday for a bunch of our peeps.
As we sat in the backyard, I pulled out my iPhone to check some texts I had recieved, and a friend said, “So, are you still just as in love with your iPhone?”
“Dude. There’s Tom, and then there’s my iPhone.”
Another friend chimed in, “How sweet, Tom’s still top of the list.”
“Well, Tom has a greater range of functionality than the iPhone. For example, my iPhone can’t operate the grill.”
“But Tom doesn’t play your favorite music on demand.”
“If I ask him nicely, he does.”
“So he’s more fun than you can fit in your pocket.”
“Precisely.”
September 14th, 2007 at 12:41 pm
[…] But I tended to fall more in the John Gruber camp: I paid $600 for an item that was worth $600 to me. If it wasn’t worth $600 to me, I should not have paid that much for it. And since I still love my iPhone, I adopted the “viva la capitalism” approach. […]