Christmas was very different this year. It was the first time that I'd spent it away from my own family, as I was with my new in-laws in California. The weather outside was closer to midsummer temperatures in Scotland rather than the sort of dismal sleet that I'm used to.
The day also came with an unprecedented amount of irony, as thanks to Whitney's parents, I am now the proud owner of an iPod. It's one of the video-playing ones, as they were going to get one of the Nano models but couldn't find it in black. (The necessity for me having a black iPod isn't something I would have thought of, but every time I try to deny my imagined affinity to the colour I seem to be dressed like the Milk Tray man.)
So now my MP3 player is feeling rejected as it's been replaced with something that has 240 times its capacity, and considerably more playlist control (the old one's capability in this department being limited to two buttons labelled "Stop" and "Start"). I'm absolutely amazed by it, actually. I now know why Whitney told me I might want to put my music collection on my laptop, but I ignored that hint so I'll have to wait until I'm back in Boston to put a significant amount of music on it.
And the best bit is what's etched on the back of it. "D.X.N." They know me too well.
Edit: I just realized that I typed "not" instead of "now" up in the second paragraph. One letter that changes the tone of the entire post.
The day also came with an unprecedented amount of irony, as thanks to Whitney's parents, I am now the proud owner of an iPod. It's one of the video-playing ones, as they were going to get one of the Nano models but couldn't find it in black. (The necessity for me having a black iPod isn't something I would have thought of, but every time I try to deny my imagined affinity to the colour I seem to be dressed like the Milk Tray man.)
So now my MP3 player is feeling rejected as it's been replaced with something that has 240 times its capacity, and considerably more playlist control (the old one's capability in this department being limited to two buttons labelled "Stop" and "Start"). I'm absolutely amazed by it, actually. I now know why Whitney told me I might want to put my music collection on my laptop, but I ignored that hint so I'll have to wait until I'm back in Boston to put a significant amount of music on it.
And the best bit is what's etched on the back of it. "D.X.N." They know me too well.
Edit: I just realized that I typed "not" instead of "now" up in the second paragraph. One letter that changes the tone of the entire post.