Stuck inside of Memphis with the mobile blues again

There is some sort of Bob Dylan knock off that should come from my mobile being stuck in Memphis.  Not sure what that would be, can’t quite make it work out.  What I can work out are cases and apps.  Not cases of apps, because apps don’t have cases.  Apps, or some of the best ones, are unique individuals.  Like snowflakes.  Apps are free too.  Lots of them, anyway.  Like snowflakes.  In the case of the Android Market, those are dirty little snowflakes.

Let’s face it, the Android Market is somewhat ghetto. I may be showing my total kool aide drinking affinity for the Apple Store, but the Android Market feels like Smiley’s Fleamarket in comparison to the App Store’s Times Square.  On the other hand, there is plenty of sleeze just around the corner in Times Square.  And you never know what you might find in old Smiley’s Flea Market.

Like, for instance, a business card scanner.  They have one of those in the marketplace.  I’ve got a desk drawer full of those friggin’ things.  You would think that I would have them digitized by now.  Not so much, because I had so many different contact lists to keep up with.  Ah, the beauty of the cloud.  Now, my expectations may not be met.  I know this, but at least somebody is offering what I have wanted for years.