Not Gonna “Touch Your Button,” Motorola

17 09 2008

In the few months since I started this blog, Motorola somehow found my site and has lurked it enough to leave several comments. The first comment was a blatant ad for Motorola, whereas the next two actually commented on what I wrote (which I can appreciate). Curious as to why I would even be on their radar (I did blog about a phone handset once), I clicked on the link. It led me to a site for the company’s new phone – the “Rokr E8” – which I assume is supposed to be a badass version of “Rocker” (a la “Razr” and “Slvr)” but is literally SO two-years-ago.

Displayed prominently in the center of the screen, the new phone looks shiny and sleek. And (most importantly) its site seems to promise a participatory/interactive experience. But sadly, it just seems that way. All Flash, no interaction. There are buttons to the side of the page that change the Rokr’s screen display, but there’s no user control or engagement otherwise.  Basically, the site is aesthetically-pleasing but disappointingly anticlimactic overall.

Even the music player doesn’t function like a music player should. Out of several displayed song titles on the playlist, only one automatically starts up (and you can’t even choose or change it) – “Touch Your Button Carnival” by Wyclef Jean. Okay, but then it makes no sense because I can’t. touch. the buttons. on the phone.  Trust me, I tried clicking everything, but to no avail.  So no, Motorola, I will not “touch your button” because you won’t let me. Well, that and I was planning on getting a Blackberry as my next phone anyway.





Retro Phones of the Future?

13 08 2008

When I walked into the office this morning, the last thing I expected to see was a landline sitting on Julia‘s desk. Well, not quite a landline, but a landline-reminiscent handset.

Sup, grandma?

Hulger sells the “retro phones of the future” (or so they’re called) – different types of vintage handsets that outlast modern technology in both functionality and personality. They’re kind of like nostalgia for “the good old days” manifested in product form. Okay, so they may defeat the purpose of mobile cellular phones, but at least now I feel like I’m back in elementary school, calling all of my BFFs to watch the latest Clarissa Explains It All while gushing about how Kevin/Kyle/Connor is soooo cute and soooo the sportiest boy in school.

So retro.

So retro.