Wednesday, August 01, 2007

So THAT'S why my iPod has a mirrored back.


Picture yourself on a walk down a country road on a late summer afternoon. The crickets are making that "it's so HOT!" noise and and the goldenrod is starting to paint the fields yellow. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a large bug does a kamakaze divebomb straight into your eyeball. In mortal terror, it burrows straight into the depths of your eye socket—and suddenly, all you can think about is getting that f**ker out.


You desperately jam your fingers in there, hoping that introducing another foreign body will somehow cancel out the terrible sensation of bug-death-throws-in-my-eyeball. You wonder if the neighbors will think you're strange when you run up and beg them for a mirror so you can get the damn thing out.

And then, you remember your iPod. Steve Jobs, you're a genius.


2 comments:

Tonya said...

Brilliant!

Also, your fingers are really really white. Whitey.

Clementine said...

shut up! just cuz your feet are strangely tan doesn't mean you can make fun of my whitey whiteness.