Boo. Hiss. Weep, sob. Today I plugged in my iPod to charge up and all of the sudden my computer started screaming at me, "ALERT, ALERT! DANGEROUS ALIEN BODY ATTACHED TO COMPUTER. MUST KILL NOW! ALERT, ALERT!" Of course, it didn't really say that, but that was the general idea of all the alarming windows that started popping up.
So I unplugged my iPod and picked it up. It was BURNING HOT. Like so hot I almost dropped it. I pushed all the buttons you're supposed to push, turned it upside down, tapped it tentatively like I do to my TV when it doesn't pick up channels I want, and finally had to realize that it was dead. Very dead. Unarguably dead.
This is a bummer in a number of ways, not least of which is that my iPod is the recording device I use to record my oral history interviews. What to do, what to do.
Well, I guess the little guy was 5 years old, which is a damn century in Apple years, so I guess I had it coming. My birthday is December 8th, in case anybody was wondering, hehe.
No, seriously. December 8th.
I'm sorry, what? I couldn't hear you... Oh! An economic crisis, you say? Well, then.
Nevermind. I'll go buy a tape recorder.