I love cell phones . . . or, should I say, mobile phones.
The communicatory accessibility cell phones deliver sends delighted shivers down my networking spine. I love the fact that anyone who knows my number can grab me by the sleeve whenever they want. On the flip-phone-side, I loathe those ignoramuses who spend their hard earned money on a mobile phone that resides in the land of “Lost,” or “Turned Off” ninety percent of its day.
Still, despite my adolescent-like crush on mobile phones, even they can tick me off. Normally I’m upset at the person who owns the phone, or the network that slings the phone’s signal, but today I’m upset at that matchbox-sized devil. I recently purchased the new Chocolate by LG. Let me say I’ve always loved LG’s, and even though the first Chocolate had some issues to work through, I heard they were improving on their faux pas. I had faith LG would pull through for me. And they did. The antifeatures that caused b.c.Chocolate owners to smash their phones in rage have been reworked on their A.D.Chocolate counterparts. In short, the hardware rocks . . . but the problem lies in the software.
My woes started this way. I wanted an I-Pod . . . very badly. I also needed a new phone . . . very badly. Well, how could I find more perfect marriage of phone and MP3 player than the Chocolate? Inexpensive, yet rock’n. So I bought the Maroon Confection, but instead of euphoric groans of exstacy I found myself brushing up on a wide array of euphemisms. The MP3 software is atrocious! Converting songs, downloading them on to the phone, arranging them into playlists, actually playing the music itself . . . AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Normally a phone’s programming is amazing even though the phone itself breaks down a year before your “New Every Two” kicks in. The Chocolates system is agonizingly weak. Verizon (which I adore as a mobile provider- p.s. congratulations commercial, bespectacled-Verizon guy on the birth of your T.V. baby!) advertises that you can put 4 gigs of music on your phone. But to actually labor through the eternal process of downloading that many songs on your Chocolate would sever the cerebral cortex and drive the user into an unrecoverable state of incensed insanity.
I saw only one way to rectify my problem. Since I loved the Chocolate’s features as it applied to phone usage, I kept the phone. But when it came to music, I bought an I-Pod.
