Since first I ever laid eyes on it, weeks ago, I can't get it out of my mind.
The Sony VAIO P Series Pocket-Style PC is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
I almost preordered one. I don't know what I'm waiting for. I want to see one in the flesh, so to speak. I want to touch it.
I've been dropping into the Sony store downstairs from the office, on break, or on my way home, to see if I could lay my hands on one.
They were to be available Friday. Imagine my dismay when I navigated to the website that morning (as I do most days lately, just to look at it) and saw they were out of stock.
I've spent far too much time examining the specs, trying to justify this indulgent expense. Compared to other available netbooks, the price tag is exorbitant. Technically, though, it's a subnotebook, so it's not a fair comparison. Most netbooks would satisfy my basic needs. The Pocket PC appeals to something altogether different — shallower maybe, but more deeply felt. It's most attractive asset, according to many reviews, is the comfort of its keyboard — not a minor factor when the point is to have a (highly!) portable writing device.
They're no longer out of stock, but still I hesitate to take the plunge. Can I trust the strength of this virtual attraction as the basis for a real-life relationship?
I'm still considering and rationalizing. And lusting.
(If anyone wants to buy me one, just to show me they care, leave me comment and I'll oblige with my mailing address.)