I got a new iPhone yesterday — by which I mean a first-generation iPhone that was new to me, not one of those new 3G phones that people apparently don’t care for. I was out on Thursday night (seeing Jeff and Andi’s amazing play — which you should too!) when I noticed that the home button didn’t seem to be responding at all. In order to get from any function back to the home screen, I had to turn it off and turn it on again. I tried to remember if I’d dropped the phone that day — but I couldn’t, and I probably wouldn’t remember because I am both careless and clumsy and tend to drop my fragile hardware all the time. I’ll throw the cable remote onto the couch and it’ll just bounce onto the floor. I hold my iPod up by the headphone cord, which then pops out so that the iPod lands on the ground. My MacBook Pro has a small dent just to the right of the little button you use to pop it open from me putting it into my purse upside down before getting on a plane and then probably kicking it when it was under the seat in front of me. And the iPhone falls out of my pocket or bag on a near-daily basis; the only reason it never looked as bad as the one depicted (not mine) is probably because I’m short enough that for it to fall from my hand isn’t catastrophic.
Anyway, I went to the 24-hour Apple Store after the play and made an appointment for Sunday morning. I don’t know why I thought that when I went to said appointment I would get to keep my original iPhone, like some old Gepetto with a green eyeshade would open it up and start tinkering with it, but obviously that isn’t what happened; they just reformatted the busted one and gave me a brand-new iPhone. Dave is already happy about it, because he hated the Gelaskin I’d picked out for it — and I mean loathed it to the point where he wouldn’t shut up about it. At least it gave him some new manifestation of what he thinks is my bad taste, now that my formerly bright-blue office in the house in Toronto is now brown and no longer looks like (according to him) a seafood restaurant; instead, the objectionable Gelaskin allowed Dave, if anyone ever commented on it, to bitch that it looked like a Mexican gift shop had thrown up on my phone. Well NOW THE QUESTION IS MOOT, because I decided to stop being in denial about my butterfingers and bought a rubber case for the new old iPhone.
OH. And the OTHER thing that happened when I was at the store is that I bought a case for my iPod — OR SO I THOUGHT. Okay, so I have an 80 GB video iPod, which I realize is like seven generations ago. And before you try to tell me I should just ditch the iPod altogether and use my iPhone, the reason I don’t is that my entire music collection is on the iPod, whereas only a few songs (fine — probably around a thousand) will fit on the iPhone. I did have a case for the iPod, but I was never that happy with it: it’s neon blue, so it’s ugly, and it’s a combination of some kind of lycra and some kind of pleather, so wrestling the iPod in and out of it whenever I want to sync it with my computer or put it in the stereo dock is kind of a hassle. But the reason I need a case at all is so that I can clip it to my shorts when I go to the gym. I had bought one thin rubbery sleeve for it (thin enough to obviate the need to remove the iPod ever), which kind of fits, but not really. And then I’d bought a hard case for it that unlatched so you can easily slip the iPod in and out, but when I put MY iPod in it, it didn’t close, and I returned it. So THIS time, I had my iPod with me, and I flagged down one of the eight thousand people who work there and asked her to show me which cases would fit my iPod, and gave it to her so that she could be in no doubt as to what it was. And, of course, the one she sold me totally doesn’t fit. If they’re trying to annoy me into getting a new iPod just so I can be more certain of finding a case that will fit, it’s…almost working. Fucking Steve Jobs.
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That’s an adorable skin — the saddest thing for me about upgrading my iPod was having to lose this skin:
https://www.gelaskins.com/skins.php?Skin=94&Category=1
Cute!
Might I suggest a Shuffle for the gym? Way back when (say, 2004) I bought a pink mini (back when they didn’t even have full-colour screens I KNOW!), which handily came with a belt clip, and I also got an armband on top of that. Presto chango two years and three moves later, I’d lost both of them, and they didn’t even sell clips for the Mini anymore. My camera had also gone kaput, so I was hemming and hawing about what I needed more, and settled on buying myself a Nano - but when I went into the Apple Store, I saw that it didn’t come with any kind of belt clip, either - I had to pay, like, another $30-40 on top of the price of the Nano for one.
Disgruntled, I scanned the store, and voila! The Shuffle. $79, handy built-in clip. For the purposes of gym-only, worked perfectly; in fact, it’s also my commute go-to iPod as well; I’ve got the Mini docked permanently in a sound system. I just load the shuffle with my “Gym Tunes” playlist, and perfection. And it was so much cheaper than the Nano I’d planned on buying, I went and grabbed a camera, too.
Hm. No, I do like having all my music on one device, and I can’t be arsed to make playlists. Plus the 80 GB iPod is great for travelling; it holds a charge for hours and hours of continuous play.
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