Monday, September 17, 2007

Sure Looks Cool, So Where's Mine?

I've been somewhat successful as of late in blocking my new iPod out of my mind. Last week, I went to the Apple website and watched the iPod Touch demo a few dozen times, each time adding to the excruciating agony of "the wait". So I resolved to try to be like those nut-jobs who walk on the red-hot rocks to demonstrate their mental ability to block out external pain. I'll just "forget" that I'm waiting for this delivery.

Well, as of this morning, that pain was re-introduced. My office mate brought in her new iPod Nano and was showing it off this morning. So how was it? Quite honestly, it was very impressive. I checked out the iPod's new "Cover Flow" interface and was pleasantly surprised. It didn't seem gimmicky at all, once you select your album, it flips around and shows you the song, as if you were flipping over a real CD case. Pretty Snazzy. It definitely ups the bar.

The next logical thing to check out is the video capability. The screen is admittedly not huge, but I would say that its watchable. I didn't appreciate the "adult-oriented" video she had playing for demo purposes, so I asked her to put on a music video. The Michael Jackson video was actually pretty crisp and clear. For catching up on a TV show: fine. For watching a feature length movie: challenging.

So my torture will continue for the next few weeks. Keep in mind that the person that showed me her new iPod, affectionately known as Jabba, is pure evil. She KNEW that I was trying to put it out of my consciousness. Vicious woman! How she ended up getting hitched to a fine, upstanding, law-abiding, hygienic, individual I have no idea. Life, eh?

Again, as stated in an earlier post, I am accepting notes of encouragement and good-will. Please send at your convenience.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

You sound like a certain guy we went to school with, let's call him John H, trying not to touch himself while watching a porno.

Plosivity said...

... and you sound like one of those guys who went to a private Catholic school in Newfoundland. Any mention of the word "touch" gives you instantaneous flashbacks to Father O'Reilly giving you the ol' "Newfoundland blessing".

No wonder you still can't sit still on the seats on the LRT.

Anonymous said...

oh yeah, well yer gay!

Anonymous said...

You tell him Tim! Give him a taste of his own medicine!

Anonymous said...

I didn't touch him and you can't prove a thing!

Darwin Grenwich said...

I must be "sleep-commenting" again.