After saving the money, and waiting a year, I finally bought an iPad on Tuesday. And I returned it two days later. Although my Apple Store return experience was as easy–though less joyful–as purchasing something, I thought owning an iPad would be a transformative experience, but I just “didn’t get it.” Steve Jobs told me I needed an one! And no one wanted to believe him more than I did. I believed it when I converted to Mac. I believed it when I got my iPhone. But the iPad…I’m befuddled. There wasn’t anything I could do on my phone or laptop that I could do any easier/better/faster/more magically on the iPad.

Maybe today’s purchasing market is more mobile than I am. And for that reason I can understand having one. But my iPhone fits in my pocket, and in spite of the rumors it does make/receive calls. My MacBook Pro is brilliant for receiving all my writing projects–like this blog.

I’m glad I tried it. But unless the iPad vacuums or tells my fortune accurately (aside for losing ~$1k on hype) then I’m out.

Of course there is always iPad 2.0. I mean, you never know.