[note: This goes under the fetish column, and you should read that entry (entitled fetishista) if you're curious about why this post is here.]

You can sell your iPod nano, classic or video. And your Blackberry, and your portable DVD player. Oh yeah, and your digital camera. Your handheld GPS. Your netbook. Your clock radio. Your thumb drive.

And get one of these:

behold

The Samsung Behold.  

I got one for my birthday. I don’t know how I managed to get through the last [cough]-ty years without one of these. With an upgraded SIM card, this touch screen smart phone holds 3 days worth of music, 4 feature films, and 6 TV episodes, 4 music videos, and 4 cartoons for the kid, and still has room to record my own video or store images from the 5 megapixel (!) flash camera.

If I get bored watching video, I can surf the entire web with the 3G browser—including my iGoogle and GMail accounts.

It also has text, instant messaging, games, alarm clock, calendar, events reminder, and GPS, among other things. 

It can also be used as a mass storage device on either PC or Mac platforms. I use a Mac, and I just plug the phone in with the USB 2.0 cable that came with it, and I can drag and drop files from anywhere to the desktop icon. I can do the same thing with iTunes files.

T-Mobile has them for $150 after rebate, which means that it was half the price we were paying for the Crackberry when it first rolled out, the same price as an 8 gig iPod, and cheaper than all but the most stripped down lightweights in the GPS and Digital camera categories. So, the rest of the toys go to other users, and I maintain those capabilities that make my life easier. And that’s what I mean by nurturing the inner consumer. 

Did I mention you can make phone calls with it?