I am an ardent blackberry fan, and I clutched on to my Blackberry Bold 9000 until my knuckles were white – sheerly out of love for the reliability and rock-solid performance of the darn thing. Then my work required that I get an iPhone, so for a while, I was one of those two-fisted mobile nuts walking around with a pair of guns on my side. One was my reliable RIM six-shooter, and the other, the nerdy, metro Glock 4. After a while I had to admit that despite its long list of shortcomings, my iPhone simply provided me with more functions and features. So, I tossed my BB on my night table. It still sits there, sheepishly looking at me when I go to bed and wake up. We glance at each other and visions of our past relationship flash before my eyes like a shitty chick flick. But its just not as practical anymore. I am angry at Bassile and Lazaridis for caring more about their egos than paying attention to market. Now look. RIM is a relic. I truly hope there is the perfect Frankenphone out there on the mobile horizon: a BB 4S Droid 9000. But until then, I’ll commiserate with Siri.