I finally got an iPhone. My parents gave it to me for my birthday, and I love it. And I realized that I'm fast becoming a Mac snob. I have two iPods (a Mini and a 5th generation Nano), my wife and I each have an iPhone, I'm typing this post on a MacBook Pro, and I'm seriously considering getting an iPad next year. But being a Mac snob doesn't really bother me that much. Mac snobs are way cooler than regular snobs.
No, in fact, the thing that concerns me is that because I'm so used to using an iPhone (my wife's), that the "wow" factor has been missing from my newest toy. I feel less like a snob in that respect and more like a spoiled brat. But I did find one thing that I hadn't used on my wife's iPhone. I downloaded the Kindle app and started reading Sherlock Holmes on it. It was pretty sweet.
But the real story here is that I was reading Sherlock Holmes for the first time today. And because I saw Guy Ritchie's film before I read the series, I can only imagine Robert Downing, Jr. as Sherlock Holmes and Jude Law as Watson. I don't think those were the faces Arthur Conan Doyle had in mind when he invented those characters.
But the real real story here is that I was reading Sherlock Holmes in the bathroom at work today, and both of my legs fell asleep. Then the automatic-timer on the lights went off, and I had to wait for my temporary paralysis to go away before I could wave my arm out the stall door to turn the lights back on. And then someone walked in and found a person sitting in the bathroom stall with the lights off. Luckily, I had locked my phone so there wasn't an eerie glow coming from under the stall when they walked in. So I think from now on I'll limit my reading destinations to places that have chairs and manual lights.