Yeah, you’re an iSnob
Yeah, that’s right. I called you an iSnob. You wear your shuffle in the most conspicuous place ever. Of course you didn’t buy the black one - that one isn’t shiny enough; you bought the neon blue one. The reflective paint can innocently blind all people walking the opposite direction as you when you’re strutting down the street, or it can reflect just enough light in that hot girl’s eyes doing that leg workout on the OBGYN-looking machine while your at the gym, walking on the treadmill (otherwise known to you as “working out”).
Oh what’s that? “I don’t have a shuffle. It’s a Nano, you jackass.” Pardon my ignorance! I was too busy counting the money I saved buying my “off brand” MP3 player (Creative, Dell, Samsung, you know, brands you’ve never heard of before) which does more than your iPod could ever do, and looked better, and had a battery that didn’t die on the 3rd day after your extended warranty ended.
After you glare at me and continue to do whatever you were doing with your iPod of some sort - I reach into my pocket and pull out, *gasp*, my iPod Photo 20GB. “After all that bickering, you have an iPod? You hypocrite!” No - not really. I found my iPod at a bar, some poor sap named Jacob who likes (and I mean, REALLY likes) All American Rejects is sitting at home crying; and since he failed to register his iPod, I have no way of finding out which Jacob in New York City owns it. And guess what? I still don’t use it. However, I will now force myself to - and blog about it.
Thus begins my iBlog.
Nobody cares about your blog.
the shuffle doesn’t come in black, idiot.
So why didn’t you leave your number with the bar in case Jacob came looking for his iPod?
The World: You cared enough to post a comment….
iSob: So are you saying Howie should blame Apple for the retina damage their color selections cause?
doctechnical: Howie tried to leave his phone number, but when he asked the bartender for a pen and he wrote his number on a napkin, she got weirded out, and had Howie promptly tossed from the bar - Phone number, iPod, and all…tough break!
Actually, I did leave my contact info at the bar. And I am SO sorry about there not being a black shuffle. No really, I am. Look at me cry about it.
This blog sucks.