So I just went to the Apple Store to play with the demos. Some observations:

1. As one who loves to surf the web from anywhere on my Treo, I could get seriously enamored with the slick it’s-the-real-internet of the iPhone. Wow.
2. They’re flying off the shelves. This could be bigger than the iPod. Note to self: buy AT&T stock, even though they suck.
3. The demos in the store had already been activated. I’ve got two phone numbers for excellent prank-calling opportunities.

Yeah, the iPhone is another home run of Apple. Once that nasty AT&T contract expires, I’m totally down for one.

UPDATE: Ernie really likes his: Hallelujeah! Praise the Lord, Allah, and Steve Jobs. It’s now time to kill the fatted calf. The prodigal son has safely returned to his data warehouse.

Others have done a much better job than I could of summing up today’s news about the new Intel-based Mac hardware, so I’ll just nod vaguely in Cupertino’s direction and go about my day.

Except for this.

It’ll run Windows. We think we’re in love.

Windows. Seriously. Running Windows on an Apple machine is like going to Morton’s and asking for A-1 sauce.

It’s like painting “Hello Kitty” on your Ferrari.*

It’s like drawing a feces mustache on the Mona Lisa.

It’s like mixing Coke in your 1787 Chateau Lafite.

It’s like asking John Wayne Gacy to babysit the kids.

I’ll stop now. But really… it’s a bad idea.

* (Good Lord, I didn’t know that someone had actually done that until I Googled it.)

To check out when I next upgrade my iPod: handbrake. (Tip o’ the pirate’s hat to George).