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Yes, I’m still alive. Just in case you were wondering.

With that out of the way, I’ve been enjoying my Sprint Galaxy S2 variant immensely. It feels orders of magnitude faster and more powerful than my old Android Eris. And really, the stats reflect about a 4x multiplier over every attribute of the Eris. It took some getting time to mentally transition from a 3.2" screen to a 4.5" screen, but I did it. Now when I look at my old phone, sitting idly on a nearby end table, it looks like a Chiclet in comparison.

The Samsung Galaxy S II is currently the top selling phone in the world. And it’s not a popularity thing, the device is genuinely exceptional. Reviews across the web have effectively hailed it as, “… the best smartphone, period.” What’s notable about this, is that various US carrier shenanigans have guaranteed we get it dead last, right after India and Mexico. And Verizon? Won’t be carrying it at all.

Technology has come a long way, hasn’t it? Fortunately (or unfortunately) for me, we could never afford braces while I was growing up. As a consequence, my mouth contains unspeakable horrors, a jumbled mess of crooked trolls, crowding haphazardly around a fresh carcass. I’m not kidding. While my smile won’t crack any mirrors, I have the overbite of a horse and the canines of a timber wolf. And like an unbalanced chair, my wobbly bite has ushered in periods of intense jaw cramps over the last few years.

In the world that we despise,
are there times of loss or wonder?
Toiling ever, full of lies,
sick of writhing, going under.

In that bleakness waiting never,
'till no senseless drone became.
Wrath or sunder, thrash or sever,
breaking through with none to claim.

And that weakness sups upon us,
gibbers for our souls do slake.
With a thirst so vile and vicious,
we but shiver in its wake.

Thus all reason burns with malice,
shackled minds do shriek and wail.
It's the endless wrath of solace,
which expects all things to fail.

Our existence springs from chaos,
maelstrom forged and wrongly won.
And when entropy does claim us,
that is all we are: undone.

So the onslaught of tomorrows,
crushes bones of beneath the skies.
And the eons fall like shadows,
in the world that we despise.

For the past couple of months, I’ve tapped a universe very much unlike the one I’m accustomed to experiencing. I did this by purchasing my first Android phone, in this case, a Droid Eris. My Samsung Rogue suffered a mishap in the washing machine back in June, and I wasn’t eligible for a new phone until March 2011.