Buying an iPhone was an interesting experience. Between the Indian version of the Simpson’s squeaky-voiced-youth and a weird greasy emo screaming “iPhones rock!!!” while pumping the air with his fist, I managed to walk away with a 16Gb iPhone 3G S. I left with the experience and the phone, attached to the moment by the relatively unfair plan I’d signed the next 24 months away to.

It was all worth it, though, because the iPhone rocks.

I’m going to do a series of posts highlighting the sweet apps I find. Even though it’s 2010 and I’m sure you have them already.