GPRS is a Joke
Because I’m a geek, I recently set up my Bluetooth-enabled phone to talk to my Apple PowerBook, enabling me to ‘dial up’ and check my email from anywhere there’s a cell signal. I did so while traveling from Nanaimo to Vancouver on the (very handy) HarbourLynx.
I was online for about 16 minutes, and used my ISP’s very basic Web client to check my email. In the midst of business correspondance, Fido, my mobile service provider, bent me over the boat rail and gave me the rodgering of my young life:

112 bucks for 3 megabytes? It would have been cheaper to send and receive the data via foie gras-fed marbled murrelets!
I know all you cheeky bastards out there with your Blackberries and Sidekicks and HipToparamas are guffawing manfully to yourselves. Me, I don’t want to carry around a hockey puck in my pocket, and I’m rarely without my laptop.
I know I only have myself to blame for not checking the rates. And I imagine there’s a better data transmission plan out there. The lesson is, however, that we’re a long way from affordable, truly wireless computing.