I’ve fallen in love. Her simple looks yet complex features send tingles from my elbows to my fingertips and then back. She’s slightly on the bigger side, comparably, but she can go for almost 4 solid hours. I’m in love I tell you. The catch here is that I’m a Montague, and she, she’s a Capulet. The oldest story in the book, and I’m here singing the cliché anthem of someone who can’t get what they desire.
“Oh HTC-Apache, a.k.a. the PPC-6700, Oh HTC-Apache, a.k.a. the PPC-6700, where for art thou HTC-Apache, a.k.a. the PPC-6700?”
We’ve never formally met. She only arrived on the scene less than a week ago. She is exclusive to Sprint/Nextel and I’m under a contract signed in blood with T-Mobile. The 416 MHz Intel processor, WiFi, EV-DO, Bluetooth, MiniSD card expandability, Speakerphone, 1.3 megapixel camera/camcorder, and the sliding QWERTY keyboard make her the phone of my dreams. Oh, did I mention that you can make calls on this device as well? The PPC-6700 kicks the Sidekick II, squashes the Blackberry, and is a hatrick compared to the Treo.
I have heard rumors, and pray each night I rest my eyes, that she’ll be available at T-Mobile. Then my only problem will be mustering up the $479.99 to purchase the PPC-6700.







There are two kinds of people in this world. There are the pioneers who have a vision of the future and with hard work, make their dream a reality. Then there are the followers. Those who sit back and make fun of the pioneers for being nerds, or geeks, or losers.


I know it’s not the most stunning bit of news to post since my return from San Francisco, but it looks like there may be one immediate casualty of Sprint and Nextel’s corporate union becoming official: the Sprint guy.