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I Was Inspired

Well, folks, meet my new phone...


It's an HTC Inspire 4G. As some of you may know, my beloved iPhone 4 passed away a few weeks ago, and so it was time to try something new. I'd heard some good things about the Android OS (mainly that it was much more customizable than the Apple iOS), and did a lot of online research for what was available on the AT&T network. It came down to the Motorola Atrix, and the Inspire. The Atrix is a more powerful phone, but it costs more and, honestly, with my main usage consisting of casual web browsing, texting and a few minor apps, how powerful of a phone do I really need?

So, the Inspire has proven itself to be quite capable during the last week-and-a-half. It's taken a bit of a learning curve to learn the new OS, but now that I've diddled around with it for awhile, I've grown to appreciate it. Certainly, it is much more customizable than Apple iOS, and I quite like the 4.3" display screen (compared to the 3.5" that was on the iPhone). While there is some debate as to whether or not AT&T's 4g network is 1) activated and, 2) all that fast, I find the Inspire to be very fast, indeed. At least, for my satisfaction.

As Ashley says, "It's not such a bad little phone, all it needs is a little love" (with credit to A Charlie Brown Christmas).

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