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I-Pad Air, Heavy Wrenches and Sharon Stone

    Hey, everyone. I have a few thoughts on the latest I-Pad. Doubtless there are many of you who have it already and others who are considering making a move and pouncing on its aluminum bones.
    As I spend time with this smooth-skinned rascal I have many observations. For one, it is obvious that the battery lasts a lot longer than my I-Pad 3.
    Number 2, my left wrist is grateful for the lighter weight. It makes a difference during a long period of gaming.
    Number 3, the WiFi loads stuff faster. Typically, I read news sources like Flipboard, Pulse and Zite when I get up in the morning and it is smoother now than it used to be. This is one of the best things about an I-Pad, by the way. Four cups of coffee and an hour with my Padster gets my day underway. I customize these feeds with all my favorite subjects. Now, one page seems to melt into another with a minimum of the spinning circle.
    There has been no problem with any accidental touching of things on screen, caused by the narrow side bezels. I had been concerned about this.
      I had heard that the Apple apps for stuff like I-Photo, Keynote and Numbers were supposed to come pre-installed, but they weren't. No big deal, they are free on the app store and I went over there and downloaded them.
    I had read a bunch of reviews on this device and all of them were true. It is top notch in every way. I will say one thing and say it with an allegory.
     All my life I have been a guy. Ha, ha. Well, yeah, that's funny to say. I would appreciate things that were heavy because I figured they were well made. If I picked up two wrenches in Sears, I'd buy the heavier one because it was made better and would last longer. So, when I picked up the Air after using other I-Pads for years, I had that guy reaction. "It must not be made as well". I don't believe that to be the case, really, I'm just saying. This thing has plenty of guts, all right.
    If you have an I-Pad already, should you buy this one? That's a good question. Well, there is no panic about it. My I-Pad 3 does everything this one will do. Certainly not as well. This very cool  silk stocking of the I-Pad Air is something for the foot of the gaming industry to grow into and they will. Gaming with this beast of 64 bit encryption and the A7 chip etc. will jump forward by 100% over the next year. I want to be a part of that. I want to ride the edge of the wave, so to speak. I loved having 45's and 33's of records, back in the day, but would I trade my I-Pod for my record player? Hell, no.  If you can ignore the hype, keep your older I-Pad. I skipped a generation and didn't care. This one, the Air, is a good one not to skip, however. Some radical changes, cosmetically and technically. I regret spending close to a grand, just because I'm tight, but I don't regret my purchase, if that makes any sense.
    By the way, I just watched the movie called Basic Instinct with the devastating Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas. This is one of my favorite movies of all time. Wonderfully written, acted and directed, with that edge to it that I like. I thought as I watched this show that Sharon Stone is sort of like the I-Pad Air. Sure, she's not in a big, heavy package, able to stomp a mud hole in a bad guy. She is that iron fist in a velvet glove. As a wrench, she wouldn't be heavy... but she would certainly be effective. She is sleek and fine as wine. She is like an I-Pad Air and you know what's wrong with Sharon Stone? Not a darn thing.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills, a wrench guy.
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