Given all the Motorola RAZR 2 hoopla I’ve seen on the various gadget and tech weblogs over the past day, I feel compelled to mention that my hopes for the phone would be exactly nil, given how large and stinking a piece of poop the RAZR is. It is, by far, the worst phone I’ve ever used, and I’ve probably had a dozen or more cellphones in the past decade — I typically now just leave it at home and forward it to my work phone, and there isn’t a day I decide to take it with me that I don’t end up wanting to throw it off the 14th Street Bridge.

That is all.