My-pod
Ah, technological breakthroughs.
The iPod is the type of gadget that could easily substitute for any of the three major necessities to sustain life systems. That would be food, shelter, and….I forget the third thing. I know for a fact it is part of this balanced breakfast, and if you’re not careful, it’ll steal your wife.
It proved strong enough to ensnare our good friend Meany who I guess is…sorta nothing like a wife. *Sigh* I got nothin’. The point is: he really liked the damn thing afterall. At least, that’s what it seemed like from outside of his covers, no? Who knows what was really going on in there.
All I will say is that scroll wheel is like having sex with your finger….wait. That’s terrible. Moving on…
Omar was kind enough to bring his new iPod home recently, and I had to refuse to look at it after playing with it for about half an hour for fear that I would literally run to the nearest Apple store in my underwear (I was fully clothed while tinkering with the iPod, mind you). It really didn’t help that Omar listens to the exact same music as me, and as far as I could tell, our playlists are identical. It was like seeing exactly what it would be like for me to own one except for maybe the engraving on the back. Damn Omar and his iPod…Okay, maybe not the iPod. I’m sorry, iPod! Don’t hit me again.
Remember, we’re doing a comic this Wednesday to make up for Monday of last week. Be here or be squere?
More freakin’ iPod
What PJ said.
I feel like I’ve been doing nothing but writing about my Goddamned iPod for the last few weeks, and I’m sure everybody’s sick of listening to me blather on about it.
But it really does change your life. I bring it with me to work every day. I bought a Griffin iTrip to listen to the thing in the car and was jammin’ the tunes in a rental car on the way to Dallas recently. [Incidentally, the iTrip is great except that in Austin proper (or as I say, ‘Propah’), it’s hard to find a free slot on the FM dial to park that signal. So I still get some static sometimes, harshing my iPodbuzz. I’ve even started looking at replacement CD decks that have an AUX input to accommodate my insatiable technolust. It’s a sickness, folks.]
When my wife is in San Antonio, I lull myself to sleep by reading a book and donning the white headphones like a sleepmask in bed.
Yesterday at work, a reporter was having trouble concentrating because of all the background noise in the room, so I handed her my iPod and told her, “Here. This’ll drown out the outside world.” 20 minutes later, her story was done.
I’m not saying that the iPod is the cure for all of society’s woes. That would be cotton candy. But I do think that there is something inherently good about being able to carry your music around with you all the time, to listen to a song exactly when you want to, to create a mix that you can patch into a theater’s audio system for pre-show music when you forgot your burned CD in Austin.
It feels like when I bought my laptop and went wireless: Feeling unencumbered by desktop machinery and dangly cords. It’s a kind of freedom: The kind William Wallace may have killed a bunch of Brits to get.
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