This is dangerous stuff my friends. Monday night Curt came home with my much lusted over green iPod. (He also came home with a ginormous television, he's a smart one, nay?)
I'm not really a techno-file, but this is one groovy little gadget. It's like portable music for dummies. It's incredibly simple to use and enjoy, I didn't have to send out the bat signal to Geekie brother once. Heard a song on the radio? $.99 later she's yours. Forget Wendy's dollar menu, I'll live off of Marvin Gaye from now on.
It's addictive to boot.
The first night I uploaded some tunes, then put her (her name is Gertrude, you can call her Gertie) on and swept the dining room while listening to it. Music I hadn't thought of in years, available with a few clicks and a fun swirling motion on Gertie.
The thing is, I'm a little too hooked now. I find myself walking around with it on constantly, drowning out the Dora and din. Singing out loud. Off key. It's just that life is so much more palatable with a little Radiohead. Or, three CD's worth of Radiohead.
We really need to take a little break. Tell Gertie we need to be just friends for a while. It's not her, it's me.
Just as soon as The Cars are done with this song.
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