For the longest time, I swore I wouldn't get an iPhone. I was totally against it. I'm not a huge fan of Mac computers, and their business practices weird me out a little bit. But when faced with the available phones my cell carrier is offering right now, the iPhone 4s was the best choice for me. It does everything I need and has a nice look and feel to it. So I broke down and got the phone I swore I never would. I even had nightmares about some of my more fanatical friends chasing me, chanting "One of us, one of us!"
I was wrong. This phone is fucking awesome.
I find myself actually spending money on apps instead of just downloading the free versions. I'm signing up for services that I previously thought were kind of dumb (like Instagram; my screen name is WTFNugget).
I'm FaceTime-ing people. I'm iMessaging. I'm playing Scramble With Friends. I told Siri that The Bob is my bitch, so now I can tell her, "Call my bitch," and she calls him. I'm in love.
So now I'm spending a ridiculous amount of time fucking with this thing, seeing what all I can do with it. Which includes writing this blog post.