Blackberry shares are tumbling.
It's universally agreed that their entry in the tablet stakes, the 'Playbook' is underdeveloped and stupidly named.
We had our company meet yesterday. Always a tough one for me, because I present a bunch of stuff that may or may not work while other people eat food. This time it was muesli.
Thanks to Apple for the iPad2, announced today. It's truly awesome, it's truly wonderful, it's truly one more step along Apple's path to wearing the word 'truly' out.
I used to play a game - walking down Oxford Street - where I would count the number of people using smartphones (I included people listening to iPods too). I would count up if I saw someone using one and down if I didn't - all the way down to our offices in Centre Point. Month after month it always netted at a negative number - less people doing it than not.
This may or not make any sense:
If you've ever seen the movie Ratatouille, there is the moment when the cynical old critic tastes the dish in the restaurant - and is instantly transported back to his childhood.
In this last brief moment of freedom, I wanted to share my conclusion about Android, iPhone and the general future of the universe. In just a few days time, a post like this won't be possible, Censorship of the iPhone masses will prevail in the form of democratic blog moderation and we (you and I) will have to find new channels in which to share such scurrilous thoughts.
We (that's me and Anne-Marie), have, in a moment of accord, agreed a policy.
Going forwards, the company blog-zone is going to be moderated by Anne-Marie. That means, er, even I get 'moderated'. And we are going to enable comments too - unmoderated for logged-in users, moderated for the great unwashed. Or rather, I should say, she is going to enable this.