There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth here in the cornfields. You thought that noise you heard was, possibly, the aftereffect of Hurricane Fay. Nope, that was me howling. My workhorse of an iPod -to whom (whom???) I had not been overly nice- died. I thought perhaps it was the battery, and brought it in to the apple store. Nope. They replaced the battery, for a reasonable fee, but that was not it. I had dropped the poor dear into a puddle. She seems to have gone on to meet her maker.
I apparently can not survive without an iPod. Well, I could survive. But... music in the house is essential. Music when I work out is absolutely essential. Music when I walk across campus is certainly nice. So, here she is. The new silver 160 gig iPod. 160 gig, forcryingoutloud!!! Who needs that? But it was cheaper than the 80 gig, because of a weird sale at Best Buy, so there you go.
Now she needs a name. I'm leaning towards Calliope.
3 comments:
That's taken. Mine is CallioPod.
But, crap, a hundred and sixty gig? I've got close to 4300 tracks on my little three-year-old, 20-gig one--and there's still room for more.
Well, great minds think alike, and all that!
And I have Euterpe (Euterpod) so she's taken too
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