RIP old phone

I finally bowed to peer pressure (I know, I know, I'll be smoking next) and purchased a shiny new iPhone today. I was fourth in a wee little 8am line, the process was largely painless, and the only sad part is that my old phone is so thoroughly, completely dead that I can't pull my existing numbers off it. So, the only people I can call are the people whose numbers I know (which is like, one guy), and people who call me (which has been, at this point, one other guy). It actually disturbs me how few numbers I know, because who will I call when it's 4am and I have been abducted and robbed and my phone stomped on by reprobates, and I manage to find the only payphone in East Baltimore you can make outgoing calls from and I need a ride home? That could totally happen!

What? Oh right, iPhone. It's upstairs charging (I hope; that socket is particularly loose), and it's very hard for me not to be fiddling with it at all times, including now, but I am showing restraint and will play with it later, probably while I am driving. I have already used it to take ferret pictures, play music, and Surf the Web; later, I will figure out how to track my friends like tagged sharks swimming about the Pacific. Yes, it is Shark Week on Discovery, why do you ask?