the God Machine
I finally got an iPhone. I made the bold leap into the future for the simple fact that I needed an easily identifiable badge of:
- unspeakable hipness
- unyielding youth
- upward social aspirations
- disposable income (or employment for a company that still wishes I had toed the company line and bought a Blackberry)
I continue to be impressed by the fit and finish of this pocket-sized God Machine, but for the life of me I cannot understand why my cell phone carrier insists on charging me an additional $8 a month for the privilege of call display. Really?
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