Dear Cingular,
You’re commercials suggest that you have few dropped calls. This is wrong. Your service is so bad in my neighborhood [19125, holla at your boy] that I’ve considered keying the Cingular-branded truck that’s often parked at the intersection of York and Cedar. Your new music service is idiotic, and I think Apple made a pact with Satan when they chose your company of all companies to provide cellular service to the iPhone. I’m hopeful that Apple can overcome your rank stupidity.
In the meantime, here’s what I thought of your phone and its mp3 capacity. The short answer? They both suck, though there’s a soft spot in my heart for a phone that can’t properly queue mp3s in the order they ought to be played. That’s daring, which is how I know it was unintended. The web 2.0 beta test? Also daring, and you put your fate in the hands of democracy. You’re learning a tough lesson. Best of luck going forward.
XOXO,
Blackmail Is My Life
P.S. Calling your beta test website My Blue Notes makes no sense. Is it supposed to be a jazz phone? It’s about as much fun to use as a Jaz drive!