iDolatry

The iPod gods ("iGods"?) have seen fit to punish me by causing something the guy at the Apple store described as "total hard-drive failure." Though I loved and feared them, the iPod gods saw into my heart and knew that my faith was not adequate to their greater glory. I accept this rebuke and have pledged to renew my efforts. So, the Monks of Mac agreed to sell me a new iPod, a better iPod (at a very reaosnable discount--less than I payed for the first one). Behold! iPod Video, with 30 GB of space! I can watch fucking TV shows on my iPod, it shows the cover of the album the song I'm listening to is from. Oh, iGods, yea and I saw your creation and it was good!