The iPod finally went kaput - it became possessed, erased all music and made some really bad noises. I am now awaiting a "refurbished" replacement - translation: someone else's possessed iPod spiffed up for my use. I guess when you buy the service plan at Best Buy it has to implode three times before they give you a new one. Aaarrrggghhh. This being iPod-less has made work more difficult because I used my music as a little escape from my I/T Alice in Wonderland world since I moved again and am now sitting by the guys who do tech support for the elevators - whole 'nother blog in itself. So, I have had to go back to my pre-iPod world of CDs until the "new" old one arrives. It has given me a chance to dust off my vast, eclectic CD collection. It has actually been rather pleasant because I have been reacquainted with old friends that were lost in the 3,974 song abyss that was iPod #1. Most notably is Mindy Smith - I forgot how much I love her voice. The first su...
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