|You guys, that post I linked to is so 2013|
you may start humming One Direction tunes.
My beloved phone was in pretty dire straits, you guys. It was slow. It no longer downloaded or updated apps. It greatly disliked the task of playing videos. It was beginning to resent the existence of Facebook. Precocious Daughter's iPhone 6 openly mocked it.
So yeah...it was time for an upgrade.
After ruling out anything made by Apple, and anything that cost more than $600, I landed on the LG V20. It has the latest Android OS, a crap-ton of storage, amaaaaaazing dual cameras, and reportedly incredible audio (I haven't played with it yet). It's a big goddamn piece of hardware compared to what I had, but I can deal, you know?
|Honestly, it's like six feet long.|
But I'm willing to cope with that.
ADORE this new phone.
It has a removable battery, which has basically disappeared from today's phones.
It has a 3.5mm jack, which...yeah, ditto.
It has 64GB of storage, which I will soon expand with a nano-SD card (I did not even know that was a thing...NANO. Well, OK then.)
It doesn't freaking WHINE when I attempt to upgrade an app or download a new one.
|Def not too proud to display this.|
Anyway, I have a brand-new phone. It's so shiny, you guys.
Probably two in three of you have an even better phone.
For the record: I don't GAF.
This is about me, and feeling I've made the best choice.
Which I do.
Also, SHINY I HAVE A NEW PHONE.
If I ever get too old to geek out over a bigger screen, a faster processor, or a sweet-arse interface, Drunkards, just put me out of my misery.
I'll be back here in another four years crowing about the latest (way overdue) advance in phone technology, I promise.