This is the 3rd Sidekick-ass I've lost or broken in two years. I'm sensing a pattern here..of habitual inconsistencies. If my Sidekick isn't going to be there for me I don't see the reason in pursuing the relationship any further. But this personification of a hand held device leads me to ponder the humaness of the notion of broken or lost relationships. I say fuck them it before they it fucks me, can I get an amen! I'll just get something bettera than. I remember when an ex-girlfriend was on psychiatric meds...and some other shit...