Yes; you read right: my Nokia N9 – that MeeGo-powered smartie that everyone has been raving about – arrives tomorrow. It feels good to be one of the first guys to own one in these parts.
Considering that this is going to be a rare device (very limited copies are being produced), you can imagine how I feel. Would I be able to sleep tonight? Would I be able to sleep for days after it gets to me?
If you have seen videos of the N9, or read any of the various hands-ons available on the internet and seen the superlatives that this device has been described in, you will understand my excitement.
That curved display. That body. That user interface. The swiping. The caressing. Tap. Knock. Remember NFC? What of the camera? The browser.
The flaunting. The “Oooohs”. The “Aaaahs”. The swagga. Too much.
I’m itching to pitch it against its older sibling, the N8. Zonks; I’m itching to pitch it against anything in the smartphone market right now.
But I have to wait. Till tomorrow. If I pass away overnight from cardiac arrest, y’all know what was responsible. If you believe in prayers, pray for me. No; don’t shake your head. I already know that I’m pathetically, hopelessly irredeemable.