Faded Boxers

I’ve forgotten how much I detest all forms of contemporary music until I had to go for two weeks without my iPau. To me, real music died when Alice in Chains released an Unplugged album. Everything that came out afterwards was pure drivel.

Nirvana was barely what I’d call music; and Oasis was, and still is, probably one of the worst bands I’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing. Of course there were exceptions like Tool, Dream Theater, System of a Down, Deftones and Pantera (we miss you Dimebag); but basically if it doesn’t fall under the category of Progressive Rock, Glam Rock, or Blues Rock, it’s only good for raping my ears. Yes, that includes the gay fest that is EMO, and the retarded cousin of rock: METAL (but Slayer’s an exception because, well you know, Slayer OWNZZZ ALLL!).

Anyway, I digress. I had to go for two weeks without my iPau because I had to have it replaced. A few months ago, I noticed that the battery bar will only reach up to the 1/4 mark before shutting down completely. Thinking that it was only the battery’s memory effect, I tired completely discharging and recharging the unit, but this has failed to solve the problem.

Around this time, Tina posted in her blog that the local Apple store replaced her unit despite the fact that she has thrown away her receipt. This gave me some hope because I also bought my unit in the States, and have a habit of throwing out old receipts once I find out that whatever I purchased is perfectly working. Unfortunately for me, the store wasn’t able to accommodate me because I had purchased an HP iPod as opposed to Apple.

Just so happened that my Aunt, who was visiting from the States, was with me at the time I went to have my iPod replaced. Seeing that the store was unable to help me, she graciously offered to bring my defective iPod back to the States for replacement. Not only did the good people at Costco agree to take back my iPod, but they also gave my uncle $300 store credit so he can buy me a new one!

Now, I bought my original iPod at a low price of $279, and they gave me back $300 to buy a replacement. Off the top of my head, I’d say that’s about a hundred dollars in profit! Hwow!

But wait, it doesn’t end there. My uncle informed me that they stopped selling 20GB iPods in favor of the new 30 GB (color) model, and that he’d have to buy that one instead.

So let me summarize, not only did I make a profit of over a thousand dollars, but I got my iPod upgraded as well (not unlike what happened with Cathy). I don’t throw around the word “orgasm” very often, but I think it would be very appropriate in this case. Not about Cathy though, my iPod.

What followed was a series of amazing coincidences that brought me and my new iPod together months earlier than planned. I guess somebody up there felt sorry for me after subjecting me to mediocre music for the past two weeks.

For a more detailed review of the new iPod, check out this here post by Jodee (just click on any one of these words).