Thursday, February 25, 2010

My trip, so far

I'm going to Arizona. Or, rather, I'm trying to go to Arizona.

Flight out of Boston last night was delayed for 90 minutes while maintenance crews inspected the aircraft for a mystery bird that may or may not have been biffed on landing, and the delay, regrettably, caused us to miss our connection in Atlanta. So an Atlanta hotel it was, on such a fine Wednesday night, but what to do about libations? You know as well as I that an evening without spirits is like an evening without soul, so I wheedled our cabbie into taking me prowling for post-midnight beer. His was a limo-for-hire, and when I asked how much our excursions would cost, he simply said "you know, just take care of me, and I take care of you". I hope that a crisp twenty was payment enough - after our third stop, I was certainly elated to be the proud owner of a Stella Artois 40.

The morning came too early, as I'd been beer hunting until well after one, but groggy-eyed as I might have been, I managed to make it to my 8:30 flight a full two hours early. My flight, that is, to PHILADELPHIA. All of AirTran's flights from ATL to PHX were booked, so they sent us to Philly for connection with a US Air flight that would take us to our final destination. Get that? I don't. Anyway.

Now I'm sitting with a glass of pinot gris at some cookie-cutter airport bar, plying the internet gods and praying that this fucking snow lets up so I can get my white ass to sun country before all hell breaks loose. Flights are cancelled everywhere, Southwest is basically shut down, and as pretty as the flakes look outside, I'm cursing every one that falls. Lucky thing, though, that AirTran picked up my wallet after I forgot it on my first flight. Screwdrivers in the morning, doncha know, and I didn't realize I'd lost it until after I'd waited in line at customer service for an hour trying to get someone to print my boarding pass for this flight that may or may not actually happen. Why, God, there's not enough booze in the world to make this sort of thing manageable.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Correctly capitalizing this post may have been the hardest thing I've ever done.

So, I have this problem. A few days ago, my 16g 3G iPhone crapped out. I couldn't hear my calls, I couldn't hear my voicemails. No speaker. I called Apple tech support, who told me to restore my phone, which I did promptly, tongue firmly lodged in cheek. Of course, the restore didn't work. Whatever I was dealing with was a hardware issue.

Another call to Apple got me transferred to AT&T, who told me that although I wasn't eligible for a new phone for free, I WOULD be eligible for an upgrade to the 3GS at the low low price of $199. Now, $199 is not an amount I was expecting to be spending on ANYTHING, to tell you the truth, and I need video on my phone like I need another hole in my head. But, c'est la vie, off to AT&T I went. A hundred dollars and twenty minutes later, I walked out with a brand new 8g 3G iPhone. Half the storage capacity of my old one.

Now.

I get home and see a facebook post from my old intern Corey, who suggested I try sticking a 1/8" plug in and out of the headphone jack. "Why not give it a whirl?" I thought. Lo, behold, magic doth be real, because didn't my old phone up and start working again. It was a mixture of jubilation and decay in my world then, because hooray, the 16g iPhone works but boo, I just spent $100 on another, smaller, iPhone.

Now.

I see an ad on Craigslist offering to buy broken phones. Dude offers me $100 for my 16g. Which, I mean, I'd break even, which would be cool. Then I see ads on Craigslist where people are straight up SELLING their 16g iPhones for like, three hundred bucks. So if I wanted to sell it, I could make a massive profit. Which would be righteous, because I'm broke. On the third hand, though, I'm notoriously lazy and careless, so having a backup iPhone might not be the worst idea ever. Kind of like loss / damage insurance against myself. In that case, I'd just keep the both of them.

Thus:

Internets, I need your free advice. What would YOU do with your two working iPhones?