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Every since high school I've hated Macs. Maybe it was just an unfair biases, since they were public macs, and every idiot student who has not seen a computer before could touch the thing. Thus resulted in every Mac requiring either a jab to the right corner with a steady fist, or simply not responding to any other justified and less violent restart effort. Even the college Macs crapped out, had a downed server, or some other debilitating issue.
Likewise, every iPod I have ever touched has gone into some coma or involuntary spasm. My first ipod, and my replacement first ipod, (and a replacement for the replacement, ironically), and my 2nd ipod (kindly donated to me by Ken) have all given me that lovely "iPod of Death" image.
For my first attempt of saving my $300 piece of garbage, I went to the apple store to kindly ask a "genius" how to fix it. It was not even a year old and it died on me as if it had contracted the plague. He "uh-huh"ed and "hmm"ed as I explained the issue, went to the back and gave me a new, replacement, iPod.
That one for some reason was in a coma and never worked from out of the box (possibly a refurbished model?), and I had to replace my replacement.
Same issue followed suit with attempt three (or two, since iPod2 was unfortunatly dead before I could use it.)
I gave up on the iPod since then.
What prompted me to buy a shuffle was the reason that I needed music to work, especially in class and away from home (because I felt carrying a laptop was an inconvenience, and then I got a desktop that was less mobile-compatible), and because I had a 3 hour long ride to Michigan to pick up Ken's car, which did not have a radio.
So I bought a purple iPod shuffle in March of this year. It was a convenient little b*****d. Up until I updated Xp to service pack 3. I decided to ask apple.com's support forum for help. They were just as helpful as asking 4chan for dating advice. Actually not as bad, because I never got a response for apple.
So I walked back into the store to beg for help. I know my computer stuff pretty good, so I explained to this kinda good looking 'genius' at the Apple Bar what was going on, and how it worked fine on Ken's Vista PC, but decided to work on my XP SP3. He asked the routine questions, assuming I was retarded, or course. I guess I dumbfounded him so much, he had to call over this old a*****e who also talked to me like I didn't know s**t about computers, let alone my PC... and I guess spoke really fast to make sure if I did understand, I wouldn't by the end of his sentence. And the jerk suggested buying a mac if his little rant confused me enough to drive me away from wanting to fix it myself. I smiled back and said no, I like PCs better, because I honestly do. If I can figure out on my PC how to fix their dirty little iPod problem, the I'll laugh in your face Steve Jobs.
I don't trust your little "geniuses" anymore. You should be paying me me to figure out how to fix your self-destructive music machines, despite how useless they'll be in a few months.
 Xyris · Tue Sep 30, 2008 @ 12:55am · 0 Comments |
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