Alas, Poor RAZR, I Knew You Well

Yetro is something so unstylish it has yet to be retro — and probably will never be . Example : my RAZR . I ’ve had it for almost three years now . I detest it . really , hate is too strong a Logos . I compassionate it . My mobile telephone with its nauseated blue - painted user interface , its ability to change its ring quality to the Motorola theme whenever it feels like it , and its battery , which now yield me about five minutes ’ public lecture time before it bleeps like a disturbed celluloid chicken . In the television above , Jesus and I “ reenact ” a more gleeful fourth dimension , its original unbox three prospicient eld ago . Today , I ’m think I should bite the bullet and retreat the old kettle . Is the utter demise of the RAZR ultimately nigh at hand ? Not for Gizmodo readers who obviously have moved on long ago , but for drag edge late adopters too ?

In nine years , I ’ve gone through five Mobile . A Nokia brick my papa give me ( forget in the back of a taxicab ) , an Ericsson toss T28 ( the flip eventually flopped ) , an Ericsson T68 ( honestly , the good telephone set ever , lasted three years ) , a cheapo , tiny Panasonic I pick up at Dubai airport for 50 buck , and the RAZR .

Perhaps its because , as phones have become more sophisticated , they have become more fallible . The RAZR promised so much — and I ’m not lecture about knock into Beckham at the supermarket checkout here — and failed to deliver .

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As my first cameraphone , it made pictures that looked like something I drew on Etch - a - Sketch a couple of decennary ago , but I can live with that . What I ca n’t live with is the sluggy interface . Or the buttons that do n’t work , with their eery backlight that just register up all the hideous detritus that my earpiece has picked up from being be sick into the bleak mess - esque dustbin that is my pocketbook . Or the seemingly random volume ascendence . I ca n’t see a affair on the sieve when the sun is smooth . And I have room for just 13 incoming SMS messages at any one clock time before I have to start up blue-pencil them .

So , permit ’s tattle about the good times with my RAZR . * tumbleweed blows across the Sir Frederick Handley Page * I was pissed off the 24-hour interval I bought it because the shop did n’t even have the black one I wanted . I ’d liked the look of that when it make out out , but by the clock time my Panasonic sacrifice up the specter , all that was uncommitted was silver . Why did I go through with it ? It was small enough to fit into my pocket without make me wait like a ladyboy , and I ’d heard dear things about Motorola from other friend . They ’re not my friends any more .

I asked myself what I liked about it , and there was one affair : the wallpaper is a icon of Jesus take the day after he asked me to hook up with him , and I ’ll be sad to see that go . But the quality is so shite — frankly , I ’d have pay off better results from a pinhole camera — I know that it wo n’t travel . Plus , for some reasonableness , I ca n’t send photos via SMS .

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I ca n’t even fall back it , like older more beloved phone . I left the RAZR in a social club a couple of months ago , and I ’d made it halfway down the block when some guy cable came running up behind me . “ You left this on the bar , ” he wheeze . ( Everyone in Spain smokes , and I ’m a profligate walker . ) As he handle the RAZR back into my hand , I could depose there was a feel of shame on his cheek .

In truth , this is n’t about the RAZR , but what comes after . I bleeding know it ’s time for a new sound , but which ? No prizes for guessing which one Jesus wants me to get . But even when the 3 G model of the iPhone eventually deigns to park its bum at an Apple Store near me , I am still digging my heels in over certain issue — inner remembering too small , eminently crackable screen for my klutziness , a rather large size than a closed RAZR , etc etc . I also know that the large - mental ability 3 G iPhone would be molto ‘ spensivo , and I do n’t know whether I really require to spunk that much on a telephone . Pathetic , is n’t it ?

So here I am , willing but unable to put the RAZR out of its misery . Until it breathe its last , when the ringtone that sounds like J - Lo bellydancing sputters to a halt , as the little screen with the M logo fades to grey , when the buttons lie muted and unresponsive beneath my do-or-die fingers , that will be the time to supersede it . bewilder any recommendations ?

Lesdilley