Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Now that I have an iPad, does it mean I have iPMS too?

Forgive me folks, for I have sinned and caved to the marketing mega-machine that is Apple.I have an iPad. It was delivered, as promised, on Saturday. That's a miracle in and of itself, since Saturday deliveries by UPS tend to be as scarce as hen's teeth. You can imagine the welcoming grin on my face when the cheerful chappie in the brown shorts made his way up my driveway and delivered my package into my eagerly outstretched arms. He looked happy too. I guess I wasn't the first i-addict he'd visited that day.

So there it is...neat, small, and working right out of the box, syncing to my iMac with glee. It is polite. "Would you like to connect to your network?" "Congratulations. Would you like to register your new iPad?" Chatty courtesies that - with one click - resulted in instant internet and several more congratulatory emails from Apple welcoming me to the iPad family. A really cool interface, not unlike an iPhone on steroids, which tends to mesmerize the unwary into playing, tapping, squeezing and spreading images, web pages..whatever...all over the touch screen. Which, after an hour or so of this, starts looking a bit like I just ate fried chicken off it, but that's a minor issue, easily fixed by a quick swipe with a sweatshirt or whatever's handy. Screen schmutz is an i-hazard familiar to anyone with an iPhone. (Do not talk on the iPhone if you've just moisturized your face. Bleeeech!!!)

All that aside, I love the damn thing. For me, it's perfect. Would I write a book on it? No. Would I make notes about a book on it...absolutely. Would I read a book on it? Without a doubt. Haven't bought one yet, but that's next on the to-do list. Right now I'm checking apps (adore the Magic Piano one!!) and learning how to get it all set up the way I want it. There's a few drawbacks, and a few things I need, like a case and a camera accessory. I plan on traveling with it and downloading photos into it. The screen lives up to Apple's extraordinary standards - crisp and fabulous. I can SEE the keyboard and don't have to worry quite so much about fat thumb syndrome, which plagues me when I try texting from my iPhone. I'm getting used to the "touch", developing a rather sophisticated swipe and am very proud of myself for discovering all kinds of neat things we can do together.

I'm sure the iPad isn't for everyone. Hubby snorted and rolled his eyes. For him, it wouldn't work at all, and I understand that. But for those of us who wear the label "gadget whore" proudly and who need a portable, small device for email and fun, this is just the ticket. I'm glad I saved up from the grocery money and bought it. Not because I think Steve Jobs needed the cash, but because it's the first time I've ever made a purchase like this - impulsive, self-serving and unnecessary. I probably won't ever do it again.

But dang. I'm sure glad I did. And yes, when I get pissed off, I'm now described as having iPMS. Which is pretty much the same as regular PMS but with better resolution. LOL

Cheers,
Sahara


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