I woke up early this morning with the song "MacArthur Park" playing in my head -- not the original, but the oh-so-70s Donna Summer version.
My cellphone is a POS Blackberry, so much sleeker than the Treo but so much less usable. It's such a nuisance that I hardly look at the thing... which is why I missed Frylock's phone call from whenever he placed it. The Treo had its problems, but all the data in it was so readily accessible. This Blackberry... real Crapberry.