love/hate

I have a love/hate relationship with all things Apple.  I love my mac, until of course I'm trying to use iMovie and can't get the music right and then I hate it.  I loved my iPhone until it took a drop of approximately 5 inches (while in a hard case) and cracked.  This was one month into my relationship.  The hairline crack eventually spread across the whole screen and while I could deal with that, I couldn't deal with the giant smudge that appeared under the crack and obscured a good 1/4 of the screen.  I had to basically guess when there were controls on that side of the screen and just touch it at random and hope something happened.  I decided yesterday (after 8 months - it was a slow boil) that I'd had enough so I made an appointment with a "genius" at the apple store.  The genius told me that the crack could only have happened with intense impact and they could replace it for $200.  Really?  An iphone can't withstand a minor fall?  Doesn't everyone on the planet drop their cell phone at least daily?  One of my friends dropped hers down an elevator shaft - you know that inches wide gap when you get in the elevator - and it survived a 3 story fall and still worked.  So the birthday money I got and was going to use to buy Apple TV (which I'd love for a month or so then hate with seething rage after it deleted a movie) I ended up buying another phone.  This is the genius of Steve Jobs.  He gets you hooked on his products then makes sure they have some sort of flaw to force you to get new ones (we've been through several ipods here due to battery/hard drive lock issues).  It's technological meth.  I want to stop, but it's so very hard.  Because you can tweet from your phone.  Or watch a movie.  At least the iphone doesn't make your teeth fall out.

Your thing that doesn't suck today is Phil Spector's mug shot.  Perhaps your family is not quite as obsessed as mine about Phil Spector.  One of my brothers thought that Phil's crazy hair was his own so I was delighted to send him the above pic yesterday to put that matter to bed once and for all.  A few months ago my mother sent my brothers and me an email with a picture of Phil during his trial and said that her only question was how Phil got someone to marry him recently.  One brother responded by saying "that's your only question? I've got nothing BUT questions about this guy."