Dear iTrip,
A week or so ago, you kicked the bucket. I got in the car and pressed play on the iPod as usual, ready to hear the sweet, sweet sounds of music specifically selected for me by my favorite technological gadget (shhhh, please don't tell the camera I said that).
And what did I hear? Only overly loud buzzing. That's all. I turned the iPod off and on, I disconnected you from the iPod and I made sure the correct radio station was selected. And all you could muster up was an annoying buzz sound.
For the next week, Nick and I were forced to listen to the radio to and from work and on any other little side trips we made. That's a lot of radio listening, let me tell you. So much that I think we could probably perform the lyrics (along with our own seated interpretive dance duet) to the top five songs that were played over and over and over and over again. You can't say any longer that we are out of touch with popular music nowadays. You should just see the two of us perform a little "I'm HOT cause I'm FLY, you AIN'T cause you NOT! This is why, this is why, this is why I'm HOT!"
Throughout last week, we left the iPod in the same place on the car console, ready and waiting for a shiny new WORKING iTrip to be purchased, something we never got around to. As I was going through iPod detox, I can't even count the number of times I reached over and hit the next button when a song came on the radio that I didn't want to listen to, rather than changing the station like normal people do. It's a humbling amount. And by the way, iTrip, I don't appreciate the way you seemingly mocked me the whole time, sitting there with your fancy little red light off and playing dead.
Anyway, I'm learning to forgive you right now. And not because I've become a better person. No, I'm forgiving you because Nick gave you a second chance on his way to play basketball the other night, and you miraculously came back to the land of the living. I don't know if you just needed a rest or a vacation or if this was some sort of sick little game you like to play with me, but it better not happen again, because we can and will turn on the radio again and perform some of the songs we've learned.
Consider yourself in a probationary period.
Love,
Angela
A week or so ago, you kicked the bucket. I got in the car and pressed play on the iPod as usual, ready to hear the sweet, sweet sounds of music specifically selected for me by my favorite technological gadget (shhhh, please don't tell the camera I said that).
And what did I hear? Only overly loud buzzing. That's all. I turned the iPod off and on, I disconnected you from the iPod and I made sure the correct radio station was selected. And all you could muster up was an annoying buzz sound.
For the next week, Nick and I were forced to listen to the radio to and from work and on any other little side trips we made. That's a lot of radio listening, let me tell you. So much that I think we could probably perform the lyrics (along with our own seated interpretive dance duet) to the top five songs that were played over and over and over and over again. You can't say any longer that we are out of touch with popular music nowadays. You should just see the two of us perform a little "I'm HOT cause I'm FLY, you AIN'T cause you NOT! This is why, this is why, this is why I'm HOT!"
Throughout last week, we left the iPod in the same place on the car console, ready and waiting for a shiny new WORKING iTrip to be purchased, something we never got around to. As I was going through iPod detox, I can't even count the number of times I reached over and hit the next button when a song came on the radio that I didn't want to listen to, rather than changing the station like normal people do. It's a humbling amount. And by the way, iTrip, I don't appreciate the way you seemingly mocked me the whole time, sitting there with your fancy little red light off and playing dead.
Anyway, I'm learning to forgive you right now. And not because I've become a better person. No, I'm forgiving you because Nick gave you a second chance on his way to play basketball the other night, and you miraculously came back to the land of the living. I don't know if you just needed a rest or a vacation or if this was some sort of sick little game you like to play with me, but it better not happen again, because we can and will turn on the radio again and perform some of the songs we've learned.
Consider yourself in a probationary period.
Love,
Angela
4 Comments:
Naughty I-Trip! I have a, er, non Ipod brand one, and so far she is behaving. I'm going to threaten to start listening to the radio more if she ever thinks of kicking the bucket.
(And holy crap, how annoying is that Umbrella song? Geez.)
I don't have an I-Trip yet, I am just planning on sticking my headphones in my ears. Is that weird?
Hahaha! That's aweseome. Boo on iTrip for thinking it can just take a vacation/sick leave without notice or finding a temp. That's not in The Rules.
xox
Ugh. That's just not right. You know, I have an iTrip but I never use it anymore. I've actually found that the sound quality from one of those cheap tape adapters is better!
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