I heart my Motorola Droid; it has changed my life. Before its invention, I was only able to check my email, Facebook, Twitter, daily sports scores in the measly 6 hours a day I spent in front of my computer. I would sit in class agonizing over how the Red Sox were doing or what dumb thing Sarah Palin was going to Tweet next. Now, I have all of that at my fingtertips, 24 hours a day. If I get the urge to Tweet to my followers at 4 a.m. that I am in fact sleeping, thankfully now I can. If you want the way you live your life and how interact with the world around you to fundamentally shift forever, get a Droid of your own.
I hate country music. Growing up in Vermont, with our barren, sparsely populated landscapes, Country seems to seep out of the mountains. I can't stand it. If I wanted to hear about how your wife left you for the mailman as you crashed your F-150 into your trailer while running over both your dog and favorite shotgun in the process... well I would actually never want to hear about that so shut up! Obviously these boots were meant for walking, what the hell else would I do in them?
