Holy heck. Been waiting for today for what seems like a year…
I can’t even remember when it was, but the latest I’ve ever stayed at work (well, this job anyway) was the day Steve Jobs turtle-necked his way onto stage and introduced the iPhone. Sheeeeet. Slathering Mac fans the world over had been whipped into a frenzy of bulletin board and blog debate over a) whether it would be coming, and b) what it would be. It was announced State-side, and I – not wanting to miss a jot – hung drooling over my laptop in a rapidly emptying office in London watching the text and photo updates posted to the web by FanBoys inside the auditorium.
Since that night there have been legal battles over the iPhone name, venomous exchanges on the interweb over the decision to lock it down, iBricks and silly bitches suing because they have nothing better to do. And, of course, the inevitable squealing of anti-Mac piglets suckled strongly onto Bill Gates’ swollen teats (he says, ducking).
But screw all that, I’m havin’ one. This is a short, caffeine-addled, night-before-Christmas excited entry to let you know the next post will be from an iPhone. Jesus, it’d better work or the piglets will have me…
Oh, and in case you were wondering (you were, I know it) I’m still beavering away at the NaNoWriMo. Beavered away at 5,055 words (two chapters!) to be precise. Most (not all) of which are a stuttering mess, but then it’s the process that’s the kicker. The anti-hero (Robin) has just fallen asleep in a wee patch of summer sun outside the art gallery his ladyfriend (Cara) works at. He hasn’t pissed in any more frappacinos. Yet…