.:: The StrongBrain Collective ::.

People have been telling me that I have recently acquired a subtle bounce in my step, a mysterious glow, a knowing sparkle in my eye. A funny-sensitive-sweet-Jude Law look alike-Wall Street banker by day/underwear model by night-boyfriend you ask? Well...no.

Since December 16, 2000, I have been the proud owner of a Palm 3xe. And since I made this purchase, this smoov operatuh has brought me nothing but sheer and unadulterated happiness and--shall I dare say it--a renewed raison du vivre.

For starters, can a dude tell me when my birthday is? Hah! I've gotten everything from blank stares to "Duhhhh...I know it's in August, um...." Well lookie here, my Palm knows when my birthday is, as well as my mom's birthday, my friends' birthdays, my 2nd cousin's anniversary, Hedgehog Day in Brunei...and it's "brain" is a 2MB chip half the size of your pituitary gland!

And lest we not forget the dude drama we suffer when changing plans on short notice. Suddenly, its a Knicks game he's got tickets to, or "Purely Work Related Shot Night at Scores", or...a meeting with yer parole officer. (Yeah, you know who you are!) My Palm, on the other hand, takes life's spontanieities in stride.

There are multitudes of other reasons why my Palm is The Bomb, but alas I am limited to a mere 500 lines of text without scrolling. So I leave you with the following: Ladies, run, don't walk, to your nearest CompUSA and get thee a PDA. Starting from only $149, you will find yourself more happy and well adjusted than you were with that dud on your arm who has your number programmed on his cell "'cause he's not so good with numbers." Dudes, you can learn a thing or two from the Palm OS. Brownie points if you can memorize Vindigo. And Mr. funny-sensitive-sweet-Jude Law look alike-Wall Street banker by day/underwear model by night, for whom this diatribe was NOT targetted at? Where the hell are you?!

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