My cell phone isn't very smart. In fact, it's pretty dumb.
On the other hand, "dumb" doesn't necessarily mean "useless," so I suppose I'll keep on using my Samsung Whatever It's Called and I'll keep on giving my upgrades to my wife and kids. After all, it still makes and receives calls; it sends and receives texts and it even flips up and turns into a keyboard, so texting is that much easier.
Basically, it's got everything I need, or more importantly, it lacks all the bells and whistles I don't need.
Fair warning, folks: here's the part of the blog where I lapse into old man mode. Continue reading at your own risk.