Today is Friday. Good Friday, in fact. Happy, happy Good Friday. I do not think that I’m making a profound declaration when I say that 4-day work weeks rock. In the foreseeable future, every Friday will be a good Friday.
So as if having Friday’s off wasn’t present enough, my new iPod shuffle arrived on my doorstep at 10am. For $49, it’s stunning. I mean, it’s teeny tiny and shiny and even the pinkie-height user manual is a thing of nano-beauty. I immediately synced it to my PowerBook and started filling its 1GB of memory with music files.
Within an hour, it was fully charged. I plugged in my new Sennheiser sport headphones, clipped the iPod shuffle onto my pants, and resumed my fortnightly house cleaning. Wouldn’t you know, the first song to come screaming into my ears was Van Halen’s “Jump”. Oh, the synthesizer… that opening primal yell… that awesome guitar riff. Why did the 80’s have to end?
Luckily, Gang of Four’s “Natural’s Not in It” shuffled on next, saving me from a full-blown episode of cock rock nostalgia that might of potentially involved purchasing Def Leppard’s Hysteria in the iTunes Music Store.
Here’s a picture of my new iPod shuffle, so that you may marvel in its petiteness. That’s my thumb, and while my thumb is formidable, it’s not that big. The engraving that I obsessed about last Friday is across the top.
