As I’ve grown up in varying parts of Georgia, one thing remained absolutely constant; blackberries. They’re in south Georgia and north Georgia. They grow vigorously regardless of what pain you can submit them to. My mom makes the best blackberry cobbler in the world. I haven’t had it in sometime now (hint, hint), but I’m thinking of it right now. It may be more than coincidence that I have only recently received my first ever BlackBerry phone. I joined Cingular and received a RIM 7100g BlackBerry for my troubles. It is (will be) free with rebates through Amazon.com and Papa Johns online ordering. That later part is just plain odd, but whatever gets you a free phone. Of the two camps from which BlackBerrians dwell, I am of the “lover’s” group. I can’t keep my sweaty hands off the device. I burned a battery down in one day of use with my constant web browsing, message readnig, and calendar peeking. I also have IM+ for it, which is essentially a Trillian for the RIM. My availability has now gone to excessive with this device. You can (and probably will) chat with me whilst I answer the call of nature. I tasted the phone, and it doesn’t compare to my mom’s cobbler. Despite this short-coming, I am still really enjoying it. I still need some cobbler to satisfy the rest of this urge, however. Á la mode, if you will.