I’m an Android guy. Have been since I got my first smartphone four years ago. Yeah, I know I’m a late adopter — which is probably at least partly why I’m an Android guy. The “other” phone just never appealed to me.
The Android universe has been good to me. I learned the OS quickly, with all its quirks and capabilities. I came to depend on it for all my texting, email and Facebook posting needs. Oh, almost forgot — for making phone calls, too.
All was well in my little world. My phone worked great. Case? Nah, I’m not gonna drop it. Replacement plan? Unnecessary expense. Why worry about something that’s not gonna happen? After all, I’d dropped my previous phone onto a blacktop parking lot on more than one occasion with no problems.
You see where this is going?
Three months ago, I dropped my trusty phone. About 3 feet, onto a vinyl-over-concrete floor. Disaster. The screen shattered, never to work again. Not to worry, though. We had an extra smartphone that had been my wife’s before she upgraded, so I could make do with that until I was eligible for an upgrade in 9 months. Sure, it was an older phone, so it would be slower, but nothing I couldn’t handle for less than a year, right?
In the words of a 1980s video game, try again, space cadet.
Have you ever tried to go backward with today’s technology? You can’t. Once you get used to working at a certain speed, and with certain features, what was totally acceptable a year before is just intolerable. Trying to use the slower phone made me crazy. It stressed me out on a daily basis. I started yelling at it, threatening to throw it onto a certain vinyl-over-concrete floor. Nothing worked.
Until the past weekend. Getting the price right (which is to say nothing out-of-pocket) required gaming the system a bit, so our oldest cat is now the beneficiary of the third line we added, with her own number. And her Daddy-o got a bright, shiny new phone — of the “other” kind.
It’s intended for those who “think different.” So it works differently. Lots of stuff in unexpected places, a different Web browser, a different keyboard.
The keyboard is an issue. I’m accustomed to having control over what keyboard I use, and strongly prefer one that works by swiping my finger over the keys, much like handwriting. Sorry, no. The fruit vendors won’t let you do that. They insist the only way to write is to tap something out one letter at a time. Trust us, we know what’s best.
Frankly, that’s very close to a deal-breaker for me. Or it was until I got to work this morning.
The trusty old Android model could never pick up a signal while I was sitting at my desk. The new one does. OK, maybe there are some good things about this mysterious new beast after all. So I’ll adapt and make the best of it.
But Siri-ously, they’re still dead wrong about the keyboard.