The creeping feeling that Android is the new Windows becomes an overwhelming sensation the first time you boot up Droid X. Seven sprawling desktop screens, littered with widgets, oodles of little programs—the vast majority of which you probably don’t want or need. It’s overwhelming and utterly incomprehensible if you’re not the kind of person who’s seen at least two non-JJ Abrams Star Trek movies. The minutes lost to clearing them to get to a reasonably clean desktop, one press-and-hold-and-swipe gesture at a time, brought me back to the sullen days of removing crapware from whiny relatives’ Sony Vaios. Breathtaking hardware filled to the brim with crap. Why would Motorola make this the first impression of its phone? Stuttering and confusion?
Gizmodo’s M<span>att Buchanan reviews the </span><a href="http://gizmodo.com/5587225/" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Motorola Droid X</a>
