The sound of silence

Last month there was an article in the Star Tribune Source section telling about iPods and the high failure rate consumers are experiencing once the warranty runs out.

I read the article and empathized with the poor folks who have lost their dear iPod friends. I looked at my trusty 20 gig iPod and thought silently, "we've beat the odds old friend, I knew you were special."

Special my butt. I became one of the poor dead iPod people today. The flipping thing died. It made the worst noise I have heard in a long time - kind of a little shriek - and then froze right in the middle of a really funny Mark Hoppus podcast.

I have tried to resuscitate. I did all of the steps on the apple.com site and even tried a few renegade measures e.g. whack a mole (as some of these techies call it). Basically you beat the crap out of the poor thing and it is supposed to miraculously come back to life. Didn't work. It is still dead, only now it is making a little tinkling sound inside. Think I might have whacked against the desk a little too hard.

I am sad, I have lost a friend. Maybe it knew I was secretly shopping for a new 30 gig friend, got mad and beat me to the break-up.

Comments

bobbione8y said…

so, then, would it be a GOOD thing that i don't even have one yet?

hmmmm. somehow, i don't think so. funny how we consumers even want the stuff that breaks.

:)

8:46 AM

Chris said…

Oh Susan! You kill me!!

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