The iPhone Is Dead, Long Live the iPhone. My iPhone's antenna gave out over the weekend. After many hours of diagnostics, she was found incapacitated, unable to get a signal. I went to the Apple Store this afternoon, and the genius declared her dead. She was put into a white box and carried away. As she was taken to the back, I remembered all the good times we had together: surfing the web, watching Youtube, searching for Hashima Island... She didn't even make it a year. Goodbye, my sweet Bell...

But that's old news. From the white box that Bell was put in came a new iPhone: Winesap. I've already found Hashima Island in the Maps, put Digg on my home screen, and set my background to the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History's Ediacaran exhibit. Ah, it's good to have a working iPhone again. Did I have a broken one? I can't remember now...

I was very impressed with the service I received from Apple. They didn't give me any trouble after it was determined that the iPhone couldn't receive a signal anymore. They just replaced it. Real tech support is awesome.

So have I learned my lesson about buying first-gen Apple products? Nah, I'll probably do it again and cry when it breaks. At least there will be good service when it happens.

Oh, I'll play some Brawl tomorrow. See you out there!

A fine apple for making cider.