Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with a sad and deeply troubled heart the I must tell you that my iPod has been stolen. Yes, stolen. I am victim of the failings of our fair society; my iPod was taken directly from my car.

There are a great number of emotions I have felt over this theft — a grand total of 2. First, came disbelief. That was quickly followed by acceptance/nonchalance. You see, I’ve had this iPod for quite a while now (I purchased it April 15, 2004 according to my receipt) and it has seen its fair share of troubles. In fact, the iPod I have isn’t even the original one I purchased. It’s a refurbished model that was sent to me by Apple when I sent my original one in for repairs. So, I can’t get too sad about it, but at the same time I am kind of sad.

You see, ever since I got it and then the whole phenomenon kicked into gear, I always thought that it would be a nice item that’d I save and show to my offspring when I was much older. (They’d probably wonder what all the fuss was about.) I know I always enjoyed playing around with those kinds of little things my dad ended up saving over the years (either purposefully or through the act of forgetfulness).

I’m not too troubled though because there was a lot wrong with my little bundle of transistors and microprocessors.

To start off, the battery was completely dead. In fact, it won’t even hold a charge from my desk to my car. Also, there is something very wrong with the screen and it shuts off every now and then. The casing is ALL scratched up too. And, it sucks for the perpetrator because I had just erased all my music off the hard drive. Plus, to their chagrin, it’s formatted for a Mac, not a PC.

I’m gonna go ahead and guess that whomever stole my ‘Pod has a PC. Like 90% of the rest of the world.

In the end, I feel sorry for the person who took it. To my surprise, they left the cassette adapter and the charger, which is necessary for operation (see “Dead Battery” above), sitting in my cup holder. Jacki put how I feel into words best, I think, when she noted that it sucks they handed over their integrity for such a beat-up piece of junk. I agree. Which is why I feel sorry for them.

Especially when I had a brand-new Wii sitting on the floorboard in the back seat of an unlocked car.

UPDATE: I looked for some pictures of my iPod for posterity’s sake, but I found none. It was a 3rd Generation 40 GB iPod with “Shaun M. Lewis” engraved on the back. Exciting!

OK, Ladies and Gentlemen. I am officially excited.

This new iPod plays music, stores photos and plays video. You say, “But Creative Labs has had something like that out for about 2 years now, idiot!” and you are correct. Still, it didn’t have that Apple panache to it. Now, everything is in harmony in the universe.

OH! Wonderful time for Apple to start offering Desperate Housewives on iTunes too because I just discovered on Sunday that this is a new favorite show of mine. Also, if your name is Jacki, a little news for you: you can buy That’s So Raven as well.

Update: Another thing, Jacki: they have that Pixar short film with the old man playing chess. (Now we just have to wait for American Idol)

Currently Watching

Gangs of New York

It’s Thursday afternoon.

I’m sitting in my living room right now, typing away on the old computer. I just finished watching Gangs of New York and I’m sort of “bored.” I don’t really want to use the word “bored” though because that implies that I don’t have anything to do. Really, I guess the word I should use is “lazy” — I have things I could be doing, I just don’t feel like doing them. I’ve been feeling “lazy” a lot lately.

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It’s very early Thursday morning.

Well, it’s another late night and I’m not in bed once again. I really should look into sleeping pills or something. I haven’t been down with the whole premise of “morning” lately. I try to wake up in the morning, but it just never happens. Apparently, the new alarm clock I bought is very easy to turn off in your sleep; I really should invest in a device that requires a little more intricate work to power it down. An alarm clock with the off switch built inside the unit—that’s what I need. Of course, such a switch would be a waste of money because I would still find a way to foil my attempts at rising at dawn.

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