  I love my tungsten palm. I play Monopoly with him on long subway rides and he remembers all this stuff for me, like drug info & phone numbers, that I can't seem to fit into my brain. But last night, I almost threw him out the window. Technology is great and all, but who's bright idea was it to have the palm flash & vibrate at 2am so that you acknowledge he's updated the time for daylight savings. I didn't know what the sound was at first and thought I could just ignore it. But by the 3rd time, I was so annoyed I had to get out of bed to investigate. I find him sitting there on my table, all lit up, ready to vibrate every 5 minutes until I'd come to tap a button. Brilliant. 
