So, I called my brother and asked for help, telling him that I was 'thisclose' to returning it because I had somehow ended up with the technological idiot gene. And Steve Jobs had failed to convince me why this stupid iPhone-on-steroids was so freaking awesome. Thankfully he talked me off of the proverbial Apple ledge and helped me figure out what I was doing.
And this was the result: iPads are the bomb diggity.
These are three college degrees at their finest. Mom and Dad are so proud.
Needless to say I think I am going to keep it now. I mean, how could I not after that 30 minutes of fun?! And this way, while I am traveling to Ireland in the days to come, you'll be able to keep up with me as I win friends and influence others with my mad computer skills. It's the least I can do for this world.