Grazin' in the grass is a gas - baby can you dig it?
It all started on Monday morning when I found a little package in my office mailbox. Finally, my copy of Diesel and Dust by Midnight Oil had arrived. I ordered it, like, forever ago (along with a book which has still not shown up), and was quite glad to see that it had not been eaten by some sort of mad CD-eating mail gnome. So as quick as a flash, I ripped it to my computer and set to transferring it to my iPod.
But then something strange happened.
The CD wouldn't transfer. The files, I mean. It just sort of hung there, in the air, like it wasn't goin' nowhere. I jiggled with it (and by that I mean did a bunch of stuff that didn't really make sense, but felt good to me at the time). No dice. The thing was messed up.
Anyway, time passes, and it's time to go home for the day. The iPod works, and I listen gleefully to selections from the Best of New Order (which has got to be the most inconsistent band on the planet, by the way). I get home and try to reestablish contact with the iPod. Nothin'. Try to reinstall the software. Still nothin'. Try to restore it. Still nothin'. Eventually, nothin' turned in to the dark, crimson colors of a failing hard drive. The computer told me that it no longer recognized the thing I was connecting it to. Uh oh.
So I took it to the bookstore today where I bought it. It's still under warranty, thank god, so I figured I'd be iPodless for a while, but would eventually get this one fixed. Well, the guy wanted to be thorough. He tried to establish contact with the iPod. Nothin'. Tried to reinstall the softward. Still nothin'. Tried to restore it. Nothin' again. Eventually, his faced turned into the dark, crimson colors of someone who could no longer help me: "We don't do service here. You need to go to the Apple Store."
Well, this put me in a bad mood, but it had also scared me a little bit. I mean, Apple not only makes iPods, it also makes computers. And, as a matter of fact, it also makes MY computer! Ack! What if this happens to my computer! I'm only under warranty for another few short weeks! ACCCCCKKKK!
So I panicked, and dropped $250 on the AppleCare extended warranty.
And that's when my day really started to get crappy.
I went to the web to enroll my AppleCare plan. No dice. According to the internet, my computer had run out of warranty, like, over five months ago. Incredulous! I called the number. They needed a reciept (which, for some strange reason, I didn't have - that's not like me. I hoard reciepts like some sort of reciept-eating mail gnome). Eventually I had the bright idea of calling the bookstore to get a duplicate copy of my reciept, which they had, eventually discovered under some old boxes and in between a year-old half-eaten hoagie sandwich. A fax later, and I had my AppleCare.
Which brings me back to the iPod.
The Apple Store, thankfully, is on my way home. Now, in the meantime, I'm convinced that as soon as I bring in this thing, they're going to take one look at it, realize it's screwed, chuck it out the window and present me with a brand new Video iPod, 60 gig. Anyway, that's what I talked myself into believing. So I park, get the dang Pod, and walk to the store. Finally, after waiting several years for the customer service counter, I begin to tell the tale, take my iPod out of my pocked and....
it works.
Works. All the songs and everything. The sumbitch had fixed itself somehow. How?!? How did this happen!?! I could see my video iPod slipping away, while I had to walk back to my car with this thing, clearly only a day away from a total screwup. However, they did restore it for me, and give me a software update, which means that it should run ok for awhile - the guy suggested it was probably just corrupted software. After 30 minutes of transferring all the music on my computer into the new old iPod, although without the possibility of episodes of Desperate Housewives at my fingertips, I was ready to rock.
Which I did, to Deisel and Dust.
But then something strange happened.
The CD wouldn't transfer. The files, I mean. It just sort of hung there, in the air, like it wasn't goin' nowhere. I jiggled with it (and by that I mean did a bunch of stuff that didn't really make sense, but felt good to me at the time). No dice. The thing was messed up.
Anyway, time passes, and it's time to go home for the day. The iPod works, and I listen gleefully to selections from the Best of New Order (which has got to be the most inconsistent band on the planet, by the way). I get home and try to reestablish contact with the iPod. Nothin'. Try to reinstall the software. Still nothin'. Try to restore it. Still nothin'. Eventually, nothin' turned in to the dark, crimson colors of a failing hard drive. The computer told me that it no longer recognized the thing I was connecting it to. Uh oh.
So I took it to the bookstore today where I bought it. It's still under warranty, thank god, so I figured I'd be iPodless for a while, but would eventually get this one fixed. Well, the guy wanted to be thorough. He tried to establish contact with the iPod. Nothin'. Tried to reinstall the softward. Still nothin'. Tried to restore it. Nothin' again. Eventually, his faced turned into the dark, crimson colors of someone who could no longer help me: "We don't do service here. You need to go to the Apple Store."
Well, this put me in a bad mood, but it had also scared me a little bit. I mean, Apple not only makes iPods, it also makes computers. And, as a matter of fact, it also makes MY computer! Ack! What if this happens to my computer! I'm only under warranty for another few short weeks! ACCCCCKKKK!
So I panicked, and dropped $250 on the AppleCare extended warranty.
And that's when my day really started to get crappy.
I went to the web to enroll my AppleCare plan. No dice. According to the internet, my computer had run out of warranty, like, over five months ago. Incredulous! I called the number. They needed a reciept (which, for some strange reason, I didn't have - that's not like me. I hoard reciepts like some sort of reciept-eating mail gnome). Eventually I had the bright idea of calling the bookstore to get a duplicate copy of my reciept, which they had, eventually discovered under some old boxes and in between a year-old half-eaten hoagie sandwich. A fax later, and I had my AppleCare.
Which brings me back to the iPod.
The Apple Store, thankfully, is on my way home. Now, in the meantime, I'm convinced that as soon as I bring in this thing, they're going to take one look at it, realize it's screwed, chuck it out the window and present me with a brand new Video iPod, 60 gig. Anyway, that's what I talked myself into believing. So I park, get the dang Pod, and walk to the store. Finally, after waiting several years for the customer service counter, I begin to tell the tale, take my iPod out of my pocked and....
it works.
Works. All the songs and everything. The sumbitch had fixed itself somehow. How?!? How did this happen!?! I could see my video iPod slipping away, while I had to walk back to my car with this thing, clearly only a day away from a total screwup. However, they did restore it for me, and give me a software update, which means that it should run ok for awhile - the guy suggested it was probably just corrupted software. After 30 minutes of transferring all the music on my computer into the new old iPod, although without the possibility of episodes of Desperate Housewives at my fingertips, I was ready to rock.
Which I did, to Deisel and Dust.
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