Earlier this week, my old iPod’s hard drive went kaput. I performed every emergency procedure I could, but there was nothing I could do. I took it to the Glendale Apple Store’s Genius Bar and a resident genius gave me the bad news. It would be more to fix it than to just get a new video iPod. After taking a moment to mentally say goodbye, I recycled the little guy for 10% off a new 30 gigger.

I didn’t realize how much I used it until it broke. I used that iPod every day. I used it while running; I used it while driving; I used it at work when I had something repetitive to do; I plugged it into my home stereo to jukebox while I wrote. Suddenly, I was living in a drab, podcastless world — and it was not good.

I was surprised how attached I was to a piece of electronics. Of course the real attachment I had was to the media. It was my personal collection of audio files. Without it, I felt empty. I felt depressed.

The Video iPod

So far, I’m loving it. I never was one for watching videos in iTunes, so the video podcasts I subscribed to languished unwatched. Now I can be a Rocketboomer. And I can forsee myself buying some episodes of Battlestar Galactica, which I’ve been meaning to start for more than a year now, to test out the whole tv-on-the-go thing. I will definitely be putting cuts of my movies on there to show off like a proud parent.

One funny thing about the packaging when I opened it up: there was a sticker on it that said “Don’t Steal Music” in several different languages. I know the record companies probably made Apple do that, but it’s funny to me because it doesn’t say anything about movies. MPAA, get on this. By fact of omission, every video iPod sold now reads “Don’t steal music… but movies are okay.”

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