Thank you guys for the many responses *cough*
But honestly now. After looking at how many views this post got with no response I had only to assume that no one new what to do about what I had done. So after trying recboot, greenpoisen, other things of this nature, countless how to videos, reading many forums, etc. I decided to do what I had been stupidly avoiding the whole time. I called Apple.
The most wonderfully charming twenty-year old guy picked up the my call. If I recall correctly, his name is George, or something close to that (I think). I had begun to describe to him my problem; how I had dropped it, it's current brick state, the lack of cosmetic damage and such.
He had relayed to me a quick story of his own personal iphone's demise. How it had slipped out of his hand and crashed against the ground to result in such an unsalvageable piece of crap. How after seeing it morph from one state to another he decided to contiue the metamorphisis by turning it into a softball. A key piece of equipment into his and his buddies new found game. They took that iphone and demolished it into pieces. They then destoryed those pieces to the bitter end. And that all though the iphone got wrecked, it made for a good time. I chuckled.
I told him that now I was using a razr phone in place of my bricked iphone; and was commenting on the durabilty of razr; how many falls I had taken on my skateboard and snowboard and leaving this phone unscathed. He agreed it was rather unbreakable. He asked me if I remembered the days back when they had the more brick looking nokia phones, and I muffled out a yes; to which he then reminisced to me (once more, rather quickly), about a time in the 8th grade when his parents had given him one such phone and he had gone to the football field and he had take his phone and chucked it from somewhere at the half way point of the field, having it crash against the score board; then picking it up and finding it in still working condition. I was a little amazed.
We finally got back to the original topic and George (I think) had started explainging to me the difference between dfu mode and recovery mode. I told him I understood the difference and that I was certain it was in recovery mode. And that I kept getting the 1604 error code every time I tried to restore, despite what computer I was trying it on, what usb port i was in, or what usb cable I was using. I was beginning to think it was a hardware problem and that I completely messed up my iphone. He, thankfully, came up with the most useful theroey. The dock connector (on the inside obviously) was busted. I can't believe I had not thought of this before. He suggested I replace it.
I will be taking him up on that suggestion and hopefully it will all work out. I will post an update on whether or now this solved my problem. And leave this here for future distraught iphone users.
To end this story, I told him that he was very helpful and that I was sorry that he worked in customer service and knew how much it sucked. He basically said it was all good, and asked for my name to put in the computer server thingy-ma-jig. I asked him if he needed a real one or if he it was okay if I gave him a fake one to which he replied that it didn't matter. I said Mary Magdalene. And this time he chuckled. I told him to have a good day. I think he wished me the same. And then click.
George (i think), if you happen to be reading this. Thanks. You've saved me lots of future frustration. Good luck with the whole getting yelled at by angry apple users.
