I own one share of Apple, and like the millions of other devoted nerds in the cult, I eagerly awaited Steve Jobs’ newest creation yesterday.
Apparently, it’s an iPad.
Huh. I thought it’d have a manlier name, like iSlate. Or iMeatandBeer.
A little underwhelming, yes. Looks cool, yes. Virtually useless, yes.
It’s a basically a giant iPod touch. Not quite the game-changer™ that the blogosphere had predicted.
But what I am excited about is the inevitable second, third, and even fourth generation devices that this sleek and sexy clunker will usher in.
And by that point, my geeky brain will have been sufficiently exploded that I really won’t care if it’s called an iPad or iGirlyDevice or iWhatever.