What a great weekend! My skydiving post will come later this week, but the short story goes like this: "I jumped out of a fucking airplane!"
This morning, I want to report some very sad news. My black iPod nano is near death (or possibly dead). I got this message on the left yesterday, and when I got home, followed the instructions on Apple's website in an attempt to save it. Nothing worked. So now, my only option is to see if a repair shop can fix it for a substantially cheaper price than the cost to buy a new one.
I don't know what happened. Maybe too many hours stuck in the car with the sun beating down on it. Or maybe Jon, who was the last person to touch it before it crashed. I don't want to point any fingers (Jon), but what's important (Jon, you're fucking dead) is that I rectify the situation immediately (Jon, I'm coming by to kick your ass).
In the 2+ years I've had my iPod, it's pretty much seen usage every day. I used it on my way to work, at the gym (well, the 2 or 3 times I've been to the gym), in the car, and even at work. It made driving (something that I totally hate) more enjoyable.
I'm going to try and save you, black iPod nano. But if I can't, I'm going to miss you ... until I buy your replacement, a second generation nano in (red), so I can save some kids in Africa. It's all about the kids.
P.S.: Watch your back Jon