“Cameron, I want to try something.”
So Cameron and I are facing a half hour ago. It’s my first FaceTime and I’m completely mindblown. Steve and Jony’s demo at WWDC didn’t even begin to convey the magic of this thing or the radical shift it represents. But that’s aside.
We’re chatting, cracking jokes, switching to the back-cameras and giving each other tours of our places. Things everyone is going to do their first few times facing. (Incidentally, it’s called facing. If you use SMS, you text someone. If you use FaceTime, you face them. Cameron called this earlier in the day.)
Around my house, to fill any silence, we’ll just call out “FaceTIIIIIIIIIIME”. Try it on. Instant cool attitude.
It turns out it’s okay to look away from the camera while you’re facing. Not discouraged. Go ahead and check your Twitter. The other person won’t be offended. The rules of FaceTime etiquette will be written quickly, and then we’ll all be good.
One hundred million smile points to the first person who rigs one of these for facing on an iPhone. Double when the rig is business-appropriate and we start seeing them in stock library photos of pretty office ladies.
“Cameron, I want to try something. Yeah, cut off half your face. No, the other half. Yeah, that’s it. Okay, look at the camera. This is gonna be great.”
So yes. FaceTime is a new thing, and it doesn’t suck in all the same ways as the things that tried it before. I feel like I’ll be facing a lot. Face me if you want a facejob and we’ll face back and forth forever.