You get a book. You open the book. You start with the 1st word, then sentence, then paragraph, then page, then chapter until that book is complete. No batteries required, no need for an outlet, no downloading, or re-charging. Just me & the words on the page. And during the day all I need is good old fashioned mother nature powered sun. Ahhhh!
So you can imagine the look on my face when the hubby forces me to open the last of my holiday gifts....an Apple iPod Touch. I was honestly shocked. Me...with a gadget? Have we met? An iPod? This from the man that used to have to pull me from the PC at 1 in the morning as I waited for Habeeb from Dell to call me back after the 3rd reboot. This from the man who leaves the flat screen on game mode just to taunt me (I know there's a hidden camera somewhere laughing at me as I curse the day he learned to do things I can't like watch TV using the correct remote with both audio & video working together as one...he sucks.)
But I really am excited. No more fumbling around for CDs in the cold car. No more desperate attempts to conveniently always drive the car with XM radio. No more asking both the hubby & the Fidge to make play lists for me on their respective iPods. This will shave at least 27.9 days off of my "find music" time allotment.
I was so excited I shelved the thing opting to hang with the fam playing the new Xbox Kinnect system. Very cool I might add (we Kinnected with my family back in Baltimore later this day). But for now we watched Dat Dood finish playing Sonic using his cute little self as the control. My son at 4 yrs old is a natural gamer. I think God makes them all that way. Then it was family bowling.
My hubby picks up his imaginary bowling bowl & bowls a strike right off the back. Fidge grabs her virtual bowling ball & picks up a spare. Then it's my time. I try to get out of it...I know how this story will end. But they kept fam pressuring me. So I stand up, allow myself to be scanned or beamed (I dunno), & pick up my imaginary bowling ball which falls & goes right down the gutter.
Seriously? How in God's green earth does a hand full of air morph into a gutter ball? iQuit.
Later I uploaded the software to Dood's iXL perfectly. No glitches. Then I went to add the extra game that we bought & the stupid thing kept telling me that it can't be uploaded because it can't connect to the internet. I'm online facebooking as I'm doing this. After several attempts & delays in checking on Shia my prime rib I give up & announce that the thing is broken along with my tech spirit. iQuit.
We eat, drink, & everyone is pretty merry until it's time to add music to the iPod. Seemed simple enough right? No! For starters all of my most prized music is housed within a 10 yr old PC (yes that PC), the back up music is stored on what is now my hubby's lap top. I own a netbook. No CD/DVD drive means no uploading of CDs which means no music on it except for radio streaming & pandora. *Heavy sigh*
So we decide to set up a 2nd iTune account on the laptop. Great idea right? Wrong. Apple (who probably also has hidden cameras in my home laughing at me as well) doesn't wish to recognize the 2nd account or something like that. iDunno. By this time the Fidge & the hubby took over & I was reading a book.
So step 1: Upload all music into shared network.
This took forever or the amount of time it took for the Heat to spank the Lakers. Whatever came first.
Step 2: Set up iTunes account on my netbook. Wait for email confirmation, click on link & re-enter user name & password (the only password I have for anything btw), and the thing tells me it's wrong. Uggghhh!! The hubby says, "Just X outta that, that happens sometimes". Really? iTunes just randomly decided at this moment that they don't like my password? Or was it my user name? iJustcan't...
Step 3: Upload each & every music file started with the As. Aaliyah starts uploading & converting itself into something that Apple recognizes & this is taking way too long.
Step 4: iFellasleep
Step 5: The next morning I continue uploading files from Beyonce to Zero 7 which takes up the better part of the 1st day of Kwanzaa. The hubby is off to work & the Fidge is annoyed with me. Umoja (unity) my arse! iAmalone & iCouldscream
Other things that did not go well include uploading Dood's Tag book to his Tag pen & playing Bop it (apparently I don't "pull it" fast
Bottom line. iSuck & I don't want to because one day there won't be a CD within 3000 miles of me & my beloved Borders book store will close down. I just know it. And then I'll end up in the black markets & eBay buying old copies of books now out of print. Or maybe not eBay...I could never quite log into my pay pal account even though I swear I'm using the right password.
I'm sure I'm the only 21st Schizoid Woman left so to the rest of you savvy gurus do any of you have any random acts of tech patience I can borrow?
Signed Desperately Seeking Solutions