My iPod is dying.
It’s at that sad point where I can only use it when it is hooked up to my computer or external power source. It freezes often. It drives my computer absolutely up the wall. They’re, as the nerds like to say, not compatible anymore.
I’m pretty down about it.
It’s a color screen iPod–when it came out 2 or 3 years ago, it was called photo iPod and was quickly overshadowed by its svelte, sexy sib, the video iPod. I got it for my birthday. Like a lot of the best things that I have, I wanted it for years before someone got sick of hearing me ramble on about it for the 1,537th time and gave it to me as a gift.
Of course, little did they realize that while they had alleviated their annoyance factor, everyone around me (especially my coworkers) had to listen to my holy-crap-you-don’t-have-an-iPod-go-out-and-buy-one-this-thing-
changed-my-life-they-do-free-engraving-you-can-have-poo-and-farts-
and-stuff-engraved-on-your-iPod rant (soon to be followed by a loud proclamation that the iTrip wasn’t a perfect solution, but a pretty good value).
So, for real, the iPod altered my perception of music. I always loved mixed tapes and I’m a person who likes to listen to music by emotion state, so the ability to make a playlist on iTunes and on the go with my iPod — well, let’s just say that I am like freaking Grandmaster Flash. Only with no cutting and no scratching. And probably a little depressing. Whatevs, I love the ability to put together a playlist worthy of concept album status (in my own mind).
So, I’m bummed, b/c I’ll miss Little Guy and his constant presence in my life. And I’m super unhappy with Steve Jobs for his Tyrell-like move. 2 or 3 years old and already biting the dust.
And yes, I could get the battery replaced.
But have you seen the 32 GB iPod Touch?!