(HOME) iCame late to the technological revolution.
Without cell phone. Without texting. Without any desire whatsoever to be reachable at anyone else's whim.
My position was always that if iCouldn't be reached at home, then iDidn't want to be reached at all.
Don't call me, iWill call you.
If society could survive for generations without instant access to Twitter, Flikr, Whatever, surely iCould to.
Then slowly iStarted to come 'round.
Gradually. Apprehensively. Reluctantly. Until finally iTook the plunge.
iWent all-in from the start, starting my technological evolution with a fancy iPhone 4.
iWas hooked.
Quickly. Immediately. Whole-heartedly.
Now, iText.
iRead my email.
iEmpty my inbox.
Now, iNever leave home without my fancy iPhone 4, so hooked iAm on being reachable wherever, whenever, at anyone else's whim.
iLike being connected. In the know. Accessible and with access.
To knowledge. Information. To Angry Fu**ing Birds.
Next came Apple TV, the perfect complement to my iPhone 4 and a morning cartoon loop woefully unsuitable for three little rugrats who like nothing more than to lose themselves in animation over breakfast.
iLove it.
The flexibility. Usability. Portability.
Finally, the trifecta came together with the most recent addition to my puzzle of Apple products.
The iPad.
For weeks iSought to sell Mrs. Family Man Muser on our obvious need for an iPad.
A vacation to the warm Floridian sun made its immediate purchase doubly important.
How, oh how, iSuggested, will those poor children survive a 24-hour drive without the constant movies and music, games and goodies that an iPad can possibly provide.
Or better yet, how will we?
iWorked on my Mrs. until she could take it no more. Or something like that.
Truth be told, iThink she was in from the start but wanted me to sweat it out.
In any case, here iAm now, comfortably nestled under the covers, on a dark winter's night, with but a new iPad and snoring wife to keep me company.
iAm smitten.
She is beautiful. Silky smooth to the touch. Sinfully decadent. Delectable even.
But man can she snore like a drunken sailor.
iJest.
This iPad is all that it is advertised to be. The latest and for now, only for now, final addition in my troika of technological tools.
iWorked hard on my Mrs. to get it.
Now iGot one and iLove it.
Signed,
The Family Man Muser
Without cell phone. Without texting. Without any desire whatsoever to be reachable at anyone else's whim.
My position was always that if iCouldn't be reached at home, then iDidn't want to be reached at all.
Don't call me, iWill call you.
If society could survive for generations without instant access to Twitter, Flikr, Whatever, surely iCould to.
Then slowly iStarted to come 'round.
Gradually. Apprehensively. Reluctantly. Until finally iTook the plunge.
iWent all-in from the start, starting my technological evolution with a fancy iPhone 4.
iWas hooked.
Quickly. Immediately. Whole-heartedly.
Now, iText.
iRead my email.
iEmpty my inbox.
Now, iNever leave home without my fancy iPhone 4, so hooked iAm on being reachable wherever, whenever, at anyone else's whim.
iLike being connected. In the know. Accessible and with access.
To knowledge. Information. To Angry Fu**ing Birds.
Next came Apple TV, the perfect complement to my iPhone 4 and a morning cartoon loop woefully unsuitable for three little rugrats who like nothing more than to lose themselves in animation over breakfast.
iLove it.
The flexibility. Usability. Portability.
Finally, the trifecta came together with the most recent addition to my puzzle of Apple products.
The iPad.
For weeks iSought to sell Mrs. Family Man Muser on our obvious need for an iPad.
A vacation to the warm Floridian sun made its immediate purchase doubly important.
How, oh how, iSuggested, will those poor children survive a 24-hour drive without the constant movies and music, games and goodies that an iPad can possibly provide.
Or better yet, how will we?
iWorked on my Mrs. until she could take it no more. Or something like that.
Truth be told, iThink she was in from the start but wanted me to sweat it out.
In any case, here iAm now, comfortably nestled under the covers, on a dark winter's night, with but a new iPad and snoring wife to keep me company.
iAm smitten.
She is beautiful. Silky smooth to the touch. Sinfully decadent. Delectable even.
But man can she snore like a drunken sailor.
iJest.
This iPad is all that it is advertised to be. The latest and for now, only for now, final addition in my troika of technological tools.
iWorked hard on my Mrs. to get it.
Now iGot one and iLove it.
Signed,
The Family Man Muser
Iam glad your happy with your purchase. Your kids will love it on the trip. If I need technology advice I will be coming to see you soon :)
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