I have a confession to make, I’m a history buff. I’m a sucker for historical novels, love a good period drama and, probably most importantly, I read history when I was at university. So it’s really no surprise that as soon as the HP TouchPad made the transition from current product to relic of the digital past, I absolutely had to run out and buy one. Oh, yeah, that and the $100 price tag, which you’d have to be a dodo to ignore.
Don’t get me wrong, I did feel slightly ridiculous and a little embarrassed about it. I did wonder to myself whether I was feeling entirely sane. Because, you see, as a technology journalist, I had snorted and rolled my eyes with the best of them whenever an HP TouchPad ad had interrupted my History Channel programming.
I had snickered and said to myself “there is no way in hell anyone with an ounce of tech savvy is going to buy that tablet. Priced the same as an entry level iPad? Or a comparable Android? No chance. I don’t care how many girls from Glee they pull in to promote the damn thing”
But then came the TouchPad’s premature death and digital cremation – the fire sale….
