At A Touch

So I got a new toy a few days ago as part of a package graduation present (which also included my first very own suit, in which I look rather like Adrian Monk, but I digress). Said toy was an iPod Touch (pictured at right), which basically amounts to an iPhone without the phone. I've got almost my entire music collection on it (which doesn't quite come to two gigabytes with 424 songs), an episode of Firefly ("Out of Gas", if you're wondering), three audio podcasts (the Penny Arcade D&D 4e game as released so far), one video podcast (the most recent X-Play one), and five photos (in order: Jewel Staite, Keira Knightley, Zooey Deschanel, Emmy Rossum, and Natalie Portman). With all that, I haven't even broken the halfway point in terms of its eight-gig storage. It is a glorious bit of gadgetry, one that I have resolved to carry with me at all times. I even bought it a dapper leather case with a screen protector and belt clip to keep it from physical harm.

I'm also able to plug a little FM transmitter that I got years ago with my first MP3 player into it so I can listen to my iPod over the radio in the car. It's like a PDA that on which I just happen to be able to listen to music, watch videos, and access the internet through a WiFi connection.

Honestly, with gizmos, who needs girls?

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"Ship like this'll be with you 'til the day you die."
"Because it's a deathtrap, sir."