I finally understand what all the fuss is about - and why they call it a smart phone! Smart? Bloody genius! On Friday I wanted to know the name of a song that was playing on the radio - Shazam! "Santa Monica" by Everclear. On Sunday I got my butt kicked by Nike Training Club while listening to music that automatically got quieter so I could hear the smug voice of the evil Nike hag telling me to "push myself." (Actually, her voice is quite lovely and she sounds like a very nice person. I only hated her for thirty minutes.) If it could babysit my toddler for me, I'd be in heaven. Oh wait, it can do that too. Genius, I tell you!
Anyway, all this is my round-about way of explaining why I'm so late to the Hipstamatic party. Since I have obviously been in the mood for jumping on bandwagons (at this rate, you might even see me on twitter soon!), I figured I'd see what everyone was raving about. Love!
| She wouldn't be a true Hipsta without a retro minivan complete with wooden side panels, now would she? |
| More retro: a phone with an actual cord. |
As a sidenote, does it strike you as ironic that we're using something so technologically advanced as an iPhone to take photos that look like they were taken on a cheap plastic analog camera 30 years ago?