Category: General

  • Priceline.com – Observation 1 – The Language of the Deal

    In several weeks’ time, we’ll be going to San Diego. This is hardly a planned thing and almost could be considered impromptu. Our summer vacation plans this year have been thwarted and thwarted again. Now, with just weeks before both my wife and the kids go back to school, we’re making one last effort to get somewhere, anywhere before the summer is over.

    Without shifting to flying s a mode of transport, San Diego and Los Angeles were the extreme limit of travel time with the kids. Since LA has “that mouse place” we decided to go elsewhere.

    California is not the cheapest place to stay and we decided, for the first time, to try priceline.com.

    You’ve no doubt heard their spiel. You name your own price, for flights, hotels, etc. In our case, we only wanted accommodations for $100 per night, which we felt would be quite reasonable for a three-night stay.

    Of course, Captain Kirk, er, sorry, the Priceline Negotiator, says “go lower”, so, what the heck? We thought, “$75 per night would be a ridiculous price for even a passable hotel”, so my wife tried bidding on a 3 star or better hotel for $75 per night.

    That wasn’t even a problem for the Negotiator, and in minutes we had booked our room, quite pleased with ourselves.

    Then we started thinking: Hmmm, at this price, and with the drive time being what it is, and with the number of “all day” attractions in San Diego, we could really use an extra day. The time was not a problem, as we have a 9-day window, which our vacation is smack in the middle of.

    Thus start the beginning of our “problems,” Priceline offers you the opportunity to attempt to extend your stay – at the same rate, if possible, so we decided to try that,

    You’re given a choice as to which direction you wish to extend your stay (starting earlier or ending later) and how many nights. We could have chosen either earlier or later, but it was slightly more logistically desirable to extend the trip at the end, so we tried adding one night.

    That wasn’t so easy for the Negotiator. (Sorry, Bill, you must be loosing your touch. There was a time you could have talked an alien computer into self-destructing, but now you couldn’t get an extra day out of a 3-star hotel for only $75,) The price came back as $116, which, because it wasn’t able to meet our bid, wasn’t a “done deal” like it would have been if they’d met our price.

    “No worries,” we thought, “we’ll just try to see if we can secure $75 by extending the vacation forward a day instead.

    This is where it got weird. Each time we attempted to get to the web page, following the link, we got redirected to a page that said, “Sorry we couldn’t get you $75, would you like the $116 price?”

    If was as if the browser cache from hell was turned on kept redirecting us to the wrong page. I love our Macs, but you do occasionally meet a web page designed by some knucklehead who still thinks it’s cool to be IE-compliant, and so you take a few of these little abnormalities as par for the course and this can cause aberrant webpage behavior. (It’s far. far more infrequent these days.) So we went to a different computer… no chance of some cached data screwing us up there.

    …and still we had the same problem. Alight, it was time to regroup. Sometimes you just have to take the computers out of the loop, so my wife called priceline about the problem.

    It turns out, that isn’t a problem. It’s the way their system works. You can’t go back and try again on the other end of your vacation.

    So were we screwed? Three nights at $75 and one at $116 is $85.25 per night overall, which really isn’t that bad. Not as good as $75, but still a price we’d be OK with.

    You do have one other option with priceline: You can bid on a new hotel stay for the extra days – of course, that means you’ll almost certainly have to change hotels. A nuisance, to be sure, but… what if we tried bumping up to four-star only hotels for that same price? Would Bill laugh at us?

    We decided to find out. We held the $116 option open on my wife’s priceline account and proceeded to bid using my account on a different computer – in case we encountered any more of those – “oh, once you’ve done it, you can never go back again” gotchas.

    Once again, the Negotiator didn’t even break a sweat getting me a four-star room on the scenic downtown waterfront for $75.

    In part 2 and/or perhaps 3 of this series of posts, I’ll analyze the accommodations we received. Both hotels appear to be perfectly nice (one more so than the other, obviously) from the information we can derive online. It remains to be seen how reality stacks up.

    Now we know one very important thing about priceline, only pick four star hotels first and “go lower, wuss.”

  • Torchwood – Who are the monsters? (Er, Children of Earth) review, spoilers

    I loathe Torchwood. It is the Slitheen of the Doctor Who universe… oh, wait, the Slitheen are the Slitheen of the Doctor Who universe. In that case, Torchwood are the fart jokes of the Doctor Who universe – crude, boorish and juvenile. (While, at the same time, attempting to be all grown-up. “See, I can tell fart jokes, I’m an adult!”)

    A program so awful that, after series 2, episode 1, I just gave up, and apart from a few clips here and there that I’ve seen on TV or online, I banished it from consideration of watching ever again.

    …and then along came the reviews of Torchwood: Children of Earth. Reviews so positive and glowing, from blogs I generally trust to be reasonably compatible with my viewpoint, that it seemed impossible to reconcile with the train wreck that was Torchwood, series 1 and 2.

    Well, I just had to see for myself.

    Torchwood: Children of Earth is more of a mini-series than a normal year’s worth of episodes. It is one single story, aired (and told in five parts) over 5 consecutive days.

    Brief Synopsis without a lot of the details

    Nasty aliens come to Earth. They’ve been here before in the 1960’s and the British government gave in to blackmail back then and gave them 12 orphaned children to make them go away. Now the aliens are back and have announced themselves by “stopping” every child on Earth and speaking the words, “We are coming back.”

    The first order of business: The British government must find a way to cover up what they did back in 1965, that begins with killing everyone that might talk. One of them, the man who actually handed the children over, was Captain Jack Harkness of Torchwood. Torchwood, being what it is, an organization that investigates alien threats, must also be eliminated.

    Captain Jack, being immortal, cannot be killed. Or can he?

    A bomb is planted in his stomach (they have to kill him twice to get the bomb in him) and then he, and Torchwood’s HQ are blown into tiny parts. Ianto, Gwen and her husband Rhys go on the run from the assassins.

    The aliens arrive and demand 10% of all children on the planet Earth. The alternative: the total extinction of the human species.

    Jack pulls himself together (literally), so they encase him in cement, but Ianto and Co. rescue him.

    The governments of the world reluctantly agree to the aliens’ terms and begin planning how to deliver 10% of the children to the aliens. Meanwhile, Torchwood uses the last of their Torchwood technology to record what’s being discussed regarding the plans. They use this information to blackmail the British into letting them fight the aliens.

    Jack takes a valiant stand in front of the aliens, telling them that we’ll not give them our children and that we’ll fight. They aliens respond by killing the entire human race. Or they would have done if Thames House (where the aliens are represented) hadn’t been a bio-hazard lockable building. Instead of killing the whole world, they just kill everyone in the building, including Jack and Ianto.

    Jack gets better. Ianto doesn’t.

    Beaten and depleted, Torchwood gives up, and the government begins a campaign to round up 10% of the children, who will not be killed or eaten by the aliens, but will be permanently attached to the aliens’ bodies as a form of narcotic, where they will live as possibly still-sentient children indefinitely.

    The round ups begin, and Gwen and Rhys try to save Ianto’s niece and nephew and several other neighborhood children from the cull. Meanwhile Jack’s daughter convinces the one-time assassin who was trying to kill Jack that he is the only one who can save the world. They spring him from prison and he hits upon an idea that could kill the aliens, but it will require a sacrifice. He send a signal back at the aliens using the brain of a child and the only child available is his grandson.

    He saves the children of Earth by using his grandson and kills him in the process.

    The story ends with Jack leaving the Earth, perhaps forever.

    Analysis

    Here’s a series that is saved – no, lifted up – by some truly awesome performances.

    The supporting cast in this story, particularly the members of the British government, are exceptional. I can’t think of a better word for it. They are deep and nuanced in a way that has for decades set British acting above the rest in the world. Not the performances of the one-dimension heroes, but the performances of the “ordinary” people caught in extra-ordinary circumstances. Director Euros Lyn has also provided them a tight, dramatic canvas to work within and it comes off perfectly.

    If there’s a weak spot, it’s the story logic, but even that isn’t bad and it’s punctuated with moments of real, human dialog that rings so real as you might think it was surreptitiously recorded from strangers rather than scripted.

    Let’s get a couple things out of the way first before we get into the big questions. This series should not be set in the Doctor Who universe. This has become a major problem with the Doctor Who spin-offs. We can forgive the Doctor for not showing up for every Earth destructing event, but where was Martha Jones? Answer: on her honeymoon and Jack is forbidden to call her by Gwen. I must say, Martha’s husband’s “technique” must be mightily overwhelming that he was able to keep her totally oblivious to all the children on the whole planet stopping and chanting over the period of five days! For cryin’ out loud, didn’t those two at least stop to eat meals? Surely long enough to make a quick phone call to the Doctor. (I told you that damn inter-time, inter-universe cell phone was a stupid plot device that would kick them in the ass later, didn’t I?)

    What about Sarah Jane Smith. She’s got a kid in that age group, she hangs out with kids in that age group. Didn’t she notice? Where was Mr. Smith identifying the aliens, or at least the location of their ships or just finding ways to block their signal?

    No, this story needed to be isolated to convey the full menace of the situation and it wasn’t sufficiently. Further, by bringing up the Doctor once or twice, they reaffirm the interconnectedness of the whole thing.

    From this point forward, I’m going to grant them their isolation and pretend the rest of the Doctor Who universe doesn’t exist.

    A lot of the commentary I’ve read about this story revolves around the question of, “Who are the monsters?” That’s what I want to concentrate on mostly.

    The argument goes that the British government (and presumably the other governments of the world, too) are the monsters in this story, because of their machinations or perhaps Jack is for killing his own grandson. I want to be very clear on this point – The aliens are the monsters.

    The aliens come to Earth, threaten to kill everyone and demand blackmail. For the sake of this story, we have to take it as read that the alien threat is credible and that there is no doubt that they would follow-through. Also, we have to recognize that there is no time to craft an adequate defense plan. In the five days since the beginning of the incident, the knowledge of the aliens obtained is virtually nil. We don’t know where they’re from, how many there are, what the total of the defensive and offensive military might be. There’s no one to fight, no time to fight them, nothing to fight them with and no second chance.  Given that premise, what would you do?

    It’s all well and good to say, “Yeah, I’d fight back.” Jack started to do that, and it was foolhardy and stupid. What was he going to do? Pose until the aliens we awed by his movie-star good looks?

    Sometimes in this world you’re beaten and the phrase, “He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day,” is never more relevant. Sometimes capitulation is the only option.

    To give up 10% of the children to be used in what promises to be a horribly agonizing not-quite-death is distasteful (putting it mildly) but is that worse than condemning those same children to certain death, along with the other 90% and along with the rest of the planet?

    It’s not a simple economic equation but, to Russell T. Davies’ credit, that’s the point of the whole story. People making very difficult decisions makes for good drama. And when the difficult decisions have no good answer, the drama can be even more intense. This choice between 10% of the kids and the entire species isn’t reality. It’s an absurd exaggeration that allows writers to explore human nature. That is, at its best, what Science Fiction is all about – the ability to play out scenarios that simply cannot happen and deconstruct the human element.

    The discussion around the cabinet table about how to choose the children was the high point of the show. It rang so very real and, given the lack of time, I probably would have come to a similar solution. Given more time, other solutions (whole or partial) might come to mind – children dying in hospital, families with many children who really are on the dole, starving children in third-world countries. Again, nothing tasteful, but recognizing the reality of the situation and trying to minimize the overall damage as much as possible.

    All that is to the writers’ credit (and what’s up with a single story being written in parts by different people?) for using the medium of Science Fiction to its potential.

    But… Why did the aliens go about things the way they did? Did that really make sense? They can make the kids all stop and talk and point. It seems reasonable that they could make them walk. We know that have some level of granularity over their control because they can make different nations’ children speak different numbers. Why did they need to go through the ambassadorial rigamarole? Why not just walk the kids to collection points and hoover them up before anybody could even figure out what they were doing?

    And, assuming they had some reason to go to the government, why establish quotas for each one? Why not go to India or China and force them to turn over 50% of their kids?

    I think the answer is that this is just a contrived convenience to try to tell the story about the British government (oh, ahh, that’s obvious.)   

    Obvious though that may be, it does make the alien threat seem more implausible. Rather than just do the job themselves, the aliens are forcing all the governments to do the dirty work, despite the fact that the approach would be inefficient and unlikely to achieve their goals in the shortest length of time, What if one single government refused or failed? Would they kill the whole human race? Would another government cough up additional children to make up the difference to avoid annihilation? Would that be more wrong than turning over the 10%? Does that then raise the issue of “not my kids” as was raised at the cabinet?

    No, I’ll argue that the solution that the cabinet came up with does not make them monsters. What was monstrous was the attempts to cover it up. Oh, I don’t mean the false inoculation program, obviously the had to lie in order to get the children, but the unwillingness to stand behind their decisions, difficult though they were, made the Prime Minister, in particular, abhorrent.

    So let’s turn, finally, to Captain Jack Harkness – immortal man.

    One of my complaints about Torchwood is that Jack is… wrong. I don’t mean wrong in the same way a Time Lord just feels he’s wrong, but wrong in the sense that he isn’t portrayed accurately. This is not an indictment of John Barrowman.

    Consider: As the series has progressed, we know more and more about how old Jack really is. I gather he was buried under Cardiff for a thousand years or so, but I’m not sure if he was conscious, but at the very least Jack has 150+ years of consciousness, and he’s used to seeing everyone die around him. It’s hard to imagine that Jack would behave recognizably like a human at all. The fact that he does act, for the most part, normal, leaves a deceptively false sense of familiarity.

    Jack’s solution to the alien 456 is to destructively use his grandson as a weapon. Is that morally different from being willing to sacrifice 10%? Jack wasn’t willing to give up the 10% to save the others, but he was willing to kill one. The moral dilemma is the same, but his choice is the opposite. What changed his mind? Recognition of the futility of his earlier position? Revenge for the death of Ianto? Or a different perspective on death? Does he see a moral difference because in both cases he chose to fight? If he could have poisoned the 10% of the children so that they would have killed the 456, would he have gone along with that?

    Heroically, I have no doubt that Jack would have laid down his life (such as it is) to save the children. I’m sure Gwen or Ianto, or perhaps even Froebisher would have laid down their lives too.

    But that wasn’t the choice available to any of them.

    Does the immortal Jack Harkness even comprehend death as we do? A mortal man could easily imagine that, in the normal course of life, his children or grandchildren will outlive him. Not so with Jack. He knows that it is just a matter of time before the boy dies anyway. Does that perspective change the morality of his decision?

    In this, ultimately, the writers of Torchwood: Children of Earth have left us with more questions than answers and they have given us the chance to look, briefly, into the depths of the human mind.

    For that reason, I recommend this series as an exceptional throwback to the days Nigel Kneale and John Wyndham.

    But whatever you do… Don’t watch Torchwood series one or two!

  • iPhone 3GS Experience – The Speed

    This video I recorded of my old and new iPhones side-by-side should explain this subject without further words.

  • iPhone 3GS Experience – The “buy”

    I haven’t had my new 3GS long enough to really give a good account of what I think of the various upgrades, but I can, at this point, give my opinion on the Apple Store experience that I had getting the upgrade.

    For the record, generally, I have had no problems at the Apple Store, and, in the grand scheme of things, my upgrade purchase experience wasn’t as bad as an impacted tooth extraction, but it wasn’t up to the standard I expect of Apple. Here’s how it went down…

    I knew that evening that I was going to purchase the 3GS, so I went online to check availability of the model I wanted. I saw that you could pre-process yourself for the upgrade online, so I did so. At the end of the process, you are presented two options (1) Go pick it up at a store, (2) Have it mailed to you at no charge. At this point you have not specified which model of iPhone you’re after.

    Since I wanted the phone immediately and live near an Apple Store that had them in stock, I chose the pick-up option. I was a little surprised that as soon as I chose that option I was, essentially, done. No further questions were asked, it simply told me which Apple Stores were nearby my zip code and that I should go see an orange-shirted concierge to complete my transaction.

    At the front of (I assume) most every Apple Store are the twin tables of high sales, iPhones on one side, MacBooks on the other. I walked in and trundled right on past the iPhone table and headed for the one orange-shirted concierge visible in the store, who, upon explaining that I had pre-processed myself online for an upgraded iPhone, told me I needed to go back to the iPhone table and talk to one of the “guys” floating around there.

    That was strike one. (Hmm, that’s a baseball metaphor. Don’t they have cricket metaphors for this sort of thing? How about, “Going on to hit middle stump, but just slightly pitching outside leg stump”?)

    So, I proceeded back to the iPhone table, where there was one Apple employee “floating around.” He was, however, engaged with another customer. A customer who had an iPhone, another iPhone box, a folder full of papers, several of them spread out on the iPhone table, a phone in hand and obviously lots of problems with… something. I never did find out (or care) what.

    The thing was, the Apple store guy was helping him. He was answering questions as the guy was on the phone, but most of the time, he was just standing by. After I’d been there for a minute or so, and there was a lull in the Apple guy’s time, I just mentioned to him, “Hey, I know you’re with this customer first, but when you get done, I’m pre-approved for a 3GS upgrade and I’d like to pick up my phone.”

    “Great!” he said, “that’ll just take two seconds. Do you have MobileMe?”

    “Yes, I do.”

    “Oh, that’s great! It’s really useful.”

    “Well, I have 6 Macs and the iPhone and it’s great for keeping them all synced up cleanly,” I said, trying to inflate my Apple capital as much as possible in the hopes that the two seconds to upgrade could start right now.

    “Six Macs, really?”

    “Yeah… about. I’ve got two laptops, an iMac, an eMac, a PowerMac G4… oh and a MacMini, so yeah, six.” (Knowing full well that I gave the G4 to my dad years ago.)

    “Cool. Did you know when you buy an iPhone you can get MobileMe for only $69 instead of $99?”

    “Well, I’ve already got it.”

    “Is it due for renewal? You can still buy it with the phone and get the $30 off.”

    Another Apple employee, who wasn’t apparently doing anything, drifted in from over near the MacBooks, and helped, for a few moments to try to sell me on MobileMe… a product I already own… not the product that I had already stated I was there to buy – right this instant, with credit card in hand, if only someone would take my money. Please! Take my money!

    Apple guy 2 walked away when someone approached the MacBook table.

    At this point, the first Apple guy, who was facing the large glass front of the store started staring out the window. He was staring a particular way. He was staring in that way that you do when you’re looking at hot women walking past the store. His head tracking as they passed.

    The funny thing is, this being an Apple Store, for some reason, I didn’t want to look. The look should have been reserved for hot chicks in skimpy clothing but, being an Apple Store… I was a little afraid to look. I had my doubts that I’d see women outside that window. And, not because I had any indication that this particular Apple Store employee… as Stephen Fry put in a speech at Lords the other day, “…bowls off the wrong foot…” but just simply the Apple Store environment seems to divorce people from the ordinary world of human interaction.

    “Did you just see what I saw?” he said. Apparently oblivious to the fact that I had my back to the window and was talking and looking at him at the time, in a vain hope that, while his other customer was still embroiled in a somewhat heated discussion on the phone, that he might start that two-second transaction I needed to get going.

    “No. I didn’t.” Not asking what it was in a subtle hint that i didn’t want to know. I resisted the temptation to say, “If I had my iPhone 3GS, I could have video recorded it.”

    “I just saw a bunch of wizards walk by.”

    “Wizards?” I said, thinking I hadn’t quite heard him right.

    “Yeah, some friends and I were going to go see Harry Potter at twelve, but I guess that means that it will be full.”

    I hadn’t, until that moment, made the Potter connection and thought he was actually seeing “wizards.”

    At that moment, the customer ended his call, and the employee went back to talking to him. In just a couple seconds, something had been decided, and the Apple guy had to go into “the back room of mystery” at the back of the Apple Store.

    OK, the guy was helping the first customer, and I can’t fault him for taking care of one customer at a time, but the fact that he had time to yak with me and try to sell me on MobileMe, rather than just sell me my phone was strike two…. or, in carrying over the cricket theme, “a thick outside edge that didn’t quite carry to first slip.”

    If I’d been writing this in a clever fashion, I would have somehow subtly worked into this narrative a passing, imperceptible comment about how I was wearing a dark maroon, almost dried-blood brown polo shirt. In fact, I probably would have called it brown, if asked. I failed to do that cleverly, so let this paragraph represent the ham-fisted foreshadowing of what’s to come.

    While I’d been waiting, talking with the Apple guy, a couple had arrived at the table, and were also clearly waiting for help. Another guy, in a bright red polo shirt, entered the Apple Store and went right to an open phone at the iPhone table. He picked it up and started examining it.

    An Apple Store employee swooped on him immediately. “So, you want to buy a new iPhone?”

    “Um, yeah, well, I’m interested, but I’m not sure I’m going to get one tonight.”

    Apple Store employee looks confused and says, “Oh, they told me to come here and help the guy in the red shirt to upgrade his phone.”

    I look at my not-quite-but-sort-of red shirt and realize what’s (finally) happened. “I’m the guy in the red shirt.”

    First the Apple Store employee looked at my shirt with skepticism, then recognition dawned on his face… you see, this Apple Store employee, who I intentionally didn’t identify as “Apple guy #” was in fact, Apple Guy 0, the employee in the Orange Shirt that I sought out when I first walked in the door, 15 minutes earlier.

    That’s a thin inside edge that dragged the ball back onto his stumps for a wicket. (Really, baseball lends itself much better for this type of metaphor.)

    Anyway, at this point I was committed, so I let him finalize the purchase, which didn’t take two seconds, but more like 5 minutes. The phone switchover process might have taken “a few hours” but completed before I got the kids away from the iMacs and was out the door.

    As I said, it was nothing in comparison to dental surgery, but it was my worst Apple Store sales experience.

  • New iPhone…

    I got the new iPhone 3GS yesterday evening. Wow! It is blisteringly fast compared to my original one

    Can’t say I’ve ever “loved” a piece of technology more than my original iPhone and this is a worthy upgrade -for the speed alone.

    Now I get to experiment with the quality of AT&T’s 3G service and the conflicting reports about iPhone 3GS battery life.

  • Do parents influence their kids?

    Yes.

    Consider: my boy got this cow trinket today at Chick-Fil-A. Because it is small he thinks it is a baby cow.

    What did he name it?

    Happycalf Veal Glover.

    I couldn’t be prouder of him.

  • In honor of the Ashes

    Ah hell, here’s one more… It is the Ashes*, afterall.


    *Test cricket – cricket at its most tedious. Sorry, stuffy old purists.

  • What’s in your melon?

    So the other day I was introduced to That Mitchell and Webb Look through the (science/atheistic) website Pharyngula, with this Mitchell and Webb skit about homeopathy, a subject of particular derision in the skeptic crowd.

    So I tracked down that show, and that particular episode and I found this sketch that would be right up the same alley…

  • Transformers – I didn’t even watch the movie

    Transformers – I didn’t even watch the movie, but that doesn’t stop me from dispensing opinions about it!

    Oh… not my own options. I didn’t even see the first film, since it looked so crap and I wasn’t a Transformers fan in the first place. No, I pass this on not so much because I agree or disagree with it but because I really appreciate the spirit and the handcrafted precision of it. It just feels like this was written by someone who watches movies with the same “glasses” that I wear in the theatre.

    So, do check out the Topless Robot’s review of Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen and, more importantly, check out the FAQ – which is better.

  • iPhone 3GS

    It’s probably no surprise that my refrain around my house is, “I want an iPhone 3GS.”

    I also happy to report that, despite not getting one for Father’s Day as perhaps I’d hoped, I did, at least, get a promissory note for one in late July/early August. (The issue is not really the upfront cost of the phone but the ridiculous monthly service cost, which is $15 a month more than the original iPhone.)

    First let’s talk about my old iPhone. The 3.0 OS upgrade as not been good for my iPhone. Despite the welcome addition of cut/paste, push notifications and all the other iPhone OS 3.0 goodness, my phone is now dog-slow. Keyboard responsiveness is in the dumps, and often gets 10 seconds behind my typing. Some programs (not all) open at agonizingly slow speeds, and while push notices seem to work fine in the background, my e-mail doesn’t. Sometimes the phone will go 4 hours or more without receiving an e-mail, but as soon as I go into the e-mail program, all my mail over the last few hours suddenly downloads.

    I’m going to assume (hope) that these are teething bugs in the 3.0 version of the OS and that a 3.0.1 will be out any day soon (much like 2.0 had very similar problems) to fix them all, rather than the inevitable obsolescence of my original phone. Since there’s not that much technological difference between the iPhone and the iPhone 3G, I can’t imagine that this is the end for the iPhone just yet.

    I even went as far yesterday as to wipe my phone and load it from scratch. What a pain in the rear that is! I didn’t want to re-load any problems from my backups, so I had to do the clean sweep and manually re-configure the phone. It took hours. To be fair, it helped a little, but the phone is still not receiving mail regularly and the keyboard starts to lag very quickly. Here’s to the arrival of 3.0.1 (and hopefully not having to wait for 3.0.2.)

    So, that said, a co-worker and I went down to the nearby Apple Store and gave the 3GS a good 15-20 minute, side-by-side comparison to my iPhone for speed tests. Wow! Fast barely describes it – and I don’t mean network speed. The new phone has a huge improvement in operational performance. Programs zip open, even Google Earth is more responsive than on my desktop. It’s just one mean, fast phone. I can hardly wait.