My daughter’s iPhone 6 (not the 6S, because bendy) arrived, and it fell to me to make it work. She’s an Apple aficionado, in contrast to my slavish devotion to DOS-based equipment. Her prior phone was the iPhone 4S, because Siri.
I tried chatting with Siri some, and she’s really not very interesting or informative. She was cute when I asked her for the answer to life, the universe and everything. She got it right. Someone at Apple has a sense of humor.
But the deal for the iPhone 6 was too good to pass up. Aside from the absurd secondary charges that apply to anyone foolish enough to remain with Verizon, the phone was free. I couldn’t say no.
Even though the Verizon store couldn’t deliver on their television commercials for lack of phones without any foreseeable date of delivery, I was able to order it over the phone, and “recycle” the old one at the store. Of the many things that Verizon does in conflict with law and reason, this turned out to be relatively painless. Like suicide. Continue reading

