I dropped my ipod this morning and it died. It was dead. As in asystolic, decerebrate posturing, positive babinski, do not resuscitate, nametag on the toe, zip-up-the-body-bag DEAD. I went to exhorbitant lengths to prove this to myself using all sorts of websites and diagnostic maneuvers. End of story.
I finally said an expletive aloud and slammed the ipod down on the desk. I shite you not: the damn thing immediately began working!!! Guess who was ROFLMAO!!!
I have new-found faith in the time-tested theory of two wrongs make a right. Just as Kermit hit his head and became amnestic in Muppets take Manhattan and was only restored to his former self by a similar jar to the head. This borders on miraculous. I don't know what to do with myself.
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