Look. I realize this is a bit hard to digest, too. But imagine what it was like for me? There I was doing research for an investigative piece on illegal activity on the Internet, like having your iPhone hijacked by a Ghost server, doggedly pursuing those leads that bolstered my story, carrying my phone everywhere with me. And when I say … everywhere … that’s exactly what I mean.
So while I was doing research on the toilet.
It fell into the toilet.
I knew then. This is serious. ICU Critical.
So.
The gods must really love me.
Because it’s dying slowly.
It’s waiting until I get to the mall, Apple.
Where I can play with the geniuses.
At the Bar.
And convince them why it is critical I never be without a phone.
