iPod

Windows iPod. Hmmmm, I’ll add a Firewire port to the spec of my new machine. Of course by the time I can actually afford a new PC, iPod will long since be dead and we’ll all have brain implants which will hold every song every created, and will automatically receive every new song recorded. All on a 10 gazillion byte drive the size of a grain of rice.

Common place occurances of “Oh no, I’ve dropped my music into my Chicken Fried Rice” and “I remember the days when all you could get was your name written on one” will propagate everyday speech. Replacements will require and upgrade of your head.

Too much caffeine? Moi?

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