I saw something in an ad on the subway and bought it and I am not ashamed of that

I am so happy with my Treo that I can barely contain myself. My Treo does everything I could ever want. I like it better than I like boys.

If I write a text message on the subway, my Treo will quietly try to send the message in the background and it will often succeed when the train stops for just a moment at the station.

My Treo has a nice camera that allows me to email photos to people with audio greetings. And it has a camcorder feature! I didn't even know that when I bought it. Imagine buying something, being completely happy with the value you received for the price you paid, and then discovering you get a camcorder. Also, the calendar syncs with my Mac with no trouble, and when I sync, it automatically downloads my photos. And when I type messages, the Treo automatically capitalizes my I's and adds apostrophes, features I never wanted on a regular computer but do now that I'm typing with my thumbs. Brilliance!

Oh, and my Treo has a speakerphone! I can just leave it on my desk while I'm talking! That alone is worth some bucks to me. And when the phone is on my desk, there's another little button I could press if I wanted -- the RECORD button. I can record my phone conversations! And, presumably, email them to people!

I can also blog from my phone! And look at Mapquest ... while I'm actually out of the house!

I have illustrated this post with totally gratuitous Treo photos: the totally outrageous Jem and the Holograms t-shirt I am wearing today under a clever little jacket, and me enjoying my Treo by using it to take a picture of myself in the mirror.

I could also, presumably, use my Treo camera to take pictures during sex! Accompanied by an audio greeting! And I could email these pictures to others before I'm even done having sex. Too bad I like my Treo more than I like boys.

Addendum, from a friend: "i think i may start a nation wide boycott of this treo. it's just another mechanical what's-it making girls less interested in nice boys like myself. it isn't enough that the damn rabbit is on the market. i get one-upped by the rabbit in the physical stimulation and now i'm not half as clever or interesting as a cell-phone. on that note i've gotten myself an appointment to get calf implants."