Embracing conformity.
If you wish to laugh at my awkward acting sensibilities, Mike Barron has uploaded his eight-minute short Figment Newton to the YouTubes. Do I really sound like that? And what the hell am I doing with my hands? Is it some sort of palsy? Watch it, or skip down to the part of this entry that's about my new iPod.
That's right, I've been a hermit all week because I have a shiny new toy. After three years of faithful service, I have retired my 20GB Dell DJ and upgraded to an 80GB iPod Classic (audio and video). It's much less bulky, and the screen displays all of my album covers in beautiful bright colors, and it even comes with games. When I signed up for iTunes, they offered me a free download of an old episode of How I Met Your Mother, which is a fantastic show that doesn't call my sexuality into question in the slightest. As I watched it, I came to the humbling realization that I own a handheld device with a better screen resolution than my 19-inch television. Since I ordered directly from the Apple Online Store, they even offered me two lines of free engraving. After debating something along the lines of "Don't bother stealing this, it's mostly Pearl Jam" I went with "Property of Kevin. I wish I were more clever.".
The reason it's taken me all week just to upload 800 songs from my modest 2600-song collection is that I'm copying them straight from the Dell DJ. Although I made sure to tag every song in an anal-retentive fashion (artist, title, album, year, and track number), in the early stages I was doing the tagging after the tracks were already on the device. However, the songs are exported with the same tags they had at the time of uploading, so much of my obsessive handiwork has been undone. Ugh. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for AllMusic.
So to sum up, I am loving the iPod. While a small part of me feels like a sellout for owning such a trendy and ubiquitous piece of hardware, I'd like to think that my music collection is single-handedly undermining the coolness of the iPod. I have a playlist of several dozen wrestling entrance themes, after all. Then there's my extensive cache of Nineties crap. Anyone up for some Crash Test Dummies? How about Candlebox? I've got so much 311, Mikey is rapidly losing any respect he had left for me.
Click to viewThat's right, I've been a hermit all week because I have a shiny new toy. After three years of faithful service, I have retired my 20GB Dell DJ and upgraded to an 80GB iPod Classic (audio and video). It's much less bulky, and the screen displays all of my album covers in beautiful bright colors, and it even comes with games. When I signed up for iTunes, they offered me a free download of an old episode of How I Met Your Mother, which is a fantastic show that doesn't call my sexuality into question in the slightest. As I watched it, I came to the humbling realization that I own a handheld device with a better screen resolution than my 19-inch television. Since I ordered directly from the Apple Online Store, they even offered me two lines of free engraving. After debating something along the lines of "Don't bother stealing this, it's mostly Pearl Jam" I went with "Property of Kevin. I wish I were more clever.".
The reason it's taken me all week just to upload 800 songs from my modest 2600-song collection is that I'm copying them straight from the Dell DJ. Although I made sure to tag every song in an anal-retentive fashion (artist, title, album, year, and track number), in the early stages I was doing the tagging after the tracks were already on the device. However, the songs are exported with the same tags they had at the time of uploading, so much of my obsessive handiwork has been undone. Ugh. Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for AllMusic.
So to sum up, I am loving the iPod. While a small part of me feels like a sellout for owning such a trendy and ubiquitous piece of hardware, I'd like to think that my music collection is single-handedly undermining the coolness of the iPod. I have a playlist of several dozen wrestling entrance themes, after all. Then there's my extensive cache of Nineties crap. Anyone up for some Crash Test Dummies? How about Candlebox? I've got so much 311, Mikey is rapidly losing any respect he had left for me.