At least they were free before you completely dismiss the waste of battery power and space on my iPhone.
The first, iPity, was discovered by a friend of mine who’s a Mr. T fan. I think he made a really good Mac OS X icon of the A Team’s muscle. It’s a fun application since it responds to shaking the phone to make the virtual Mr. T say another catch phrase. Certainly has a wider range than the keychain I’ve seen at Waterloo Records.
Then iPity’s publisher had one of those links a la the iTunes Store showing what else the publisher has available. I couldn’t resist the virtual whoopie cushion known as iFarted. Just in time for my vacation to Washington DC to see the Silders. Paul and Helen’s two sons are that age when passing gas is comedy gold which never ends with males; I was laughing to the point of shaking after playing this for five minutes. It’s a mystery when cutting the cheese is hilarious. iPhone app? Thumbs up. Every other episode of Family Guy? Time wasted. Helen may make me sleep in the yard over excess use to entertain TJ and Jack. Well, it’s tamer than finding the Beavis & Butt-head quote remote I gave Paul for the Christmas of 1995.