Let's talk about my trivialities again to get us back to normal, shall we?
Yesterday, I got my fourth (fourth!) iPod replacement, as I'm still under warranty. For some reason, I went out and bought a 3G iPod about a week before the 4G ones came out. I got my $100 back, but I still run into all sorts of old-school problems. Namely, that the batteries on these fuckers Do. Not. WORK. And they always choose to conk out at the time when I need them to work, like on a long walk or at the gym.
My mom used to tell me she killed a certain type of watch every time she wore one. It would work and then slowly wind down. Something about an electromagnetic field or some other hippie hocus-pocus. But it's true, she does. I'm thinking maybe my frequency or maybe MUNI's perhaps is to blame.
Regardless, I picked up another iPod from the Geniuses (Genii?), and I did get the remote replaced, and I have 90 more days now on this one, so START COUNTING. If it needs to be replaced too, maybe I'll just start making a little lithium battery graveyard. Or white plastic bracelets from the housing.
I also lost my cell phone someplace while walking in the Mission on July 4th. And no, I wasn't drunk, thank you.
However, this has made me realize two things:
1. my electronics hate me. Yes, they can hate, they have souls - ones that are black and dead inside.
2. if ever there was a shiny, pretty mp3/phone on the market that worked for shit, I would simply lose it, or it would
hari-kari hara-kiri itself in a fit of pique.