Well, I went to town and I didnt get EBOLA. I did get pork chops, and tonic water and lemons, but I did not get EBOLA. That said, my 1st gen ipod went nutso on me, and I have been relegated to listening to FM radio for a week, and I am about nuts. Those of you who know me, know I am about the most wired person there is. Yes, even when I was arrested and thrown in jail, I couldnt explain to the police and guards that I was wearing a radio device with a transponder. Eventually, I just had to tell them it was a radio and an antenna. (And the judge threw it out, and they were stupid, and I wasnt wearing it for recording or transponding, but, well, you would think someone would figure it out. I told the guards and cops, If I push this button, it records. If I push this button it broadcasts in real time. If I push this button it plays the radio. If I push this button it plays my music. It was dinosaur era. And, the funny thing, it looked like one of those clitoris vibrators, a little thing, about thumb length. But, now, I have a new ipod, top of the line. And while I am happy it does most of those things, I fully intend to make it do all of what it is supposed to do, but first, just a wee reminder, I am going to make it do this. (And, yes, my smug ass has fancy head phones.) I was there. Up next, get Cecily some serious music equipment. https://youtube/watch?v=Iwuy4hHO3YQ
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 22:29:36 +0000
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