iPhone App for ... Sadness?


from http://www.pmptoday.com/2009/04/26/iphone-sad-scale-app-will-assess-your-depression/

“Are you feeling kind of depressed lately or know someone who does? Here is a nifty little iPhone app that could be useful in your situation. The Sad Scale iPhone app from the Deep Pocket Series is a handy tool in assessing your present emotional state and is now available at the App Store. By answering a series of standardized questions, thisiPhone app will then score your present state of mind giving you an initial assessment of what your condition is.”

From the sublime to the ridiculous: there’s also an iFart app for your phone. Oh, and let’s not forgot the iRack Youtube.

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