I am unduly excited about Instagram being on Android. Truth be told, I felt less than my iPhone wielding brethren and sistren. Sure, I was saving money, but at what cost? I was losing the chance to take otherwise boring pictures and through a combination of cropping and color alteration turn them into hipster points of pride. By the time I get a hold of something, I think that shows its ipso facto unhipness.
But that’s not Instagram’s fault. It’s jumping. I am the shark. There’s not much you can do about that in their case. For two days, I was leading edgier than thou with an Android alternative to Instagram called Eyeem. It modifies photos too, and you can post them to Facebook and shiz. It works just fine, but nobody was on there.
Everybody’s on Instagram. Now I am following everybody. Somebody is following me too. Somebody saw the sorry state of my shins this morning.
WAIT!
MY SHINS!
THIS MORNING!
DAMMIT!
I was going to write you a post about my run this morning, which was fabulous in that it was a run, completed, this morning. I’ll write some more about that another time maybe. Because before the run there was the pure delight of discovering Instagram in the app store. Like when a package is coming from Amazon or Woot! which is the same thing because Amazon owns Woot! now. The on.y thing is that, while I knew it was coming, I did not know when it was coming. And poof! there it was. Goodbye Eyeem. Thanks for keeping the bed warm.