So, I’ve had an iPod Touch sitting unopened on my desk for about three weeks now. My previous iPod, a lovely black 80gig wonder of engineering named Aoede had a bit of trouble and didn’t turn on for about three days. Now, three days without an ipod might not seem like a big deal, but I use this thing to review law school notes, to keep my NPR and BBC podcasts, to watch my shows, and, oh yeah, to listen to my music. I use it at the gym, on my way to class, at the library, and to fall asleep. In my fear that I had lost an iPod, I got another, and then, miraculously, Aoede came back to life.
So, now I watch ads like this one:
And I realize that I really really need an iPod Touch. I’ll make do without the camera and the phone! But I need a touch screen! I need internet access! Now, not only will baby Jesus cry, but I’m pretty sure that my not having the touch will ensure that the terrorists will win.
And more evidence that the girl from the above ad is my dream girl? This awesome quote:
He took it out on the couch and said, “Play with it,” and I said, “No.”
Obviously, she wants me to get an ipod touch so that we can meet and have lots to talk about.