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blueskywonder::
Mar. 5th, 2006 09:02 pmHow about iGor calls up Trixie and they do lunch sometime, trade some war stories (and some files), and imbibe on gigantic margueritas?
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Mar. 5th, 2006 09:02 pm
From 11 AM to almost 10 PM, I've done nothing but add music to iGore. I did take an hour long break to go to the store for supplies. Even though not much physical labour is involved with this, I'm still totally knackered. I'm heading for bed and will start the whole megillah over again tomorrow. ::yawn:: G'night pipples.
Current song count on iGore: 1024
Current song count on iGore: 1024
iPod Heaven
Mar. 4th, 2006 07:23 pmWhy o why did I wait so long to get an iPod? I dashed to Ingles to pick up some cat food and cheese sticks and took the little critter with me to see how it would do in the car. I hooked it up to the FM tuner and VOILA! Music! An abundance of music! I was flabbergasted, taken aback, and bumfuzzled all at once! So, when I got to Ingles, I put the iPod in my pocket and tried out the ear buds. Duuuuuude........just...DUUUUUUUDE! People in the grocery store were looking at me as I be-bopped to Faithless, then Queen, then Talitha MacKenzie, etcetera etcetera. I can't imagine my world without an MP3 player now. I'm so easily converted, yes, it's true. But...dude. I'm amazed. And happy. I can carry all my music and all of Aunt Tudi's music everywhere we go. And our pictures too. We can have a portable photo album.
My only complaint with the iPod is my own aging fault. I've lost it in the house 3 times today. It's easy to misplace, being so small. Apple needs to make a Clapper version of the iPod, so old geezers like myself can just clap our hands and the iPod will beep or toot or something so we can follow the sound and locate our beloved little MP3 player. Since I'm obviously a drooling vegetable in the making, I imagine that I'd be tottering around the house clapping more often than not.
**EDIT**
Oh, and I've named my iPod, just likeblueskywonder did with hers. I dubbed him iGore, to honour Mel Brooks, Marty Feldman, and Apple (bless!). So, iGore, meet the world! World, meet iGore! All future iPod posts will sport my EYEGORE icon.
My only complaint with the iPod is my own aging fault. I've lost it in the house 3 times today. It's easy to misplace, being so small. Apple needs to make a Clapper version of the iPod, so old geezers like myself can just clap our hands and the iPod will beep or toot or something so we can follow the sound and locate our beloved little MP3 player. Since I'm obviously a drooling vegetable in the making, I imagine that I'd be tottering around the house clapping more often than not.
**EDIT**
Oh, and I've named my iPod, just like
blueskywonder did with hers. I dubbed him iGore, to honour Mel Brooks, Marty Feldman, and Apple (bless!). So, iGore, meet the world! World, meet iGore! All future iPod posts will sport my EYEGORE icon.
I purchased a black 30 gig iPod. It was cheaper than I'd found anywhere else and there was only one left. I had to do it. Had to. There was no time to debate or talk myself out of it. I also got the FM tuner so I can play the little thing in the car. Now I'm looking at it and I'm like "what the fuck?" Surely this is a sign that the technology is outgrowing me. I can no long point and laugh at the older people in my family for their inexplicable inability to set the time on a VCR. I'm becoming one of them. Legions of youngsters will point and laugh at me as they watch me struggle with the iPod and yodel out into the night "why god why me?"
First things first. I'm reading the instruction booklet from front to back. Then I'm gonna try to put all my music on the thing. And then I'm gonna try to listen to that music. If all else fails, I'll go beg Blake, who is almost 14 years old, for help. He won't laugh. Surely not.
I'm amazed that 7500 songs can fit on this teeny-weeny little machine. Like.....whoa.
I have no idea what to do with it. I'm going to watch Battlestar Galactica and then go to bed. It's gonna be a long day tomorrow.
First things first. I'm reading the instruction booklet from front to back. Then I'm gonna try to put all my music on the thing. And then I'm gonna try to listen to that music. If all else fails, I'll go beg Blake, who is almost 14 years old, for help. He won't laugh. Surely not.
I'm amazed that 7500 songs can fit on this teeny-weeny little machine. Like.....whoa.
I have no idea what to do with it. I'm going to watch Battlestar Galactica and then go to bed. It's gonna be a long day tomorrow.
