Apparently, above and beyond my iPod being a handy way to carry around a chunk of my music collection, it comes with a feature not advertised, that’s revealed itself slowly over the years that I’ve owned it: sarcasm.
It’s the hottest day in Seattle history, and what does it randomly play, not once, but twice?
“Baby It’s Cold Outside” by Mr. Dean Martin
(If you know me, you know it’s not at all surprising that I have multiple versions of Dean songs on my iPod. I may have every version he ever recorded.)
Now, it’s shuffled on to “66”, by The Afghan Whigs, a 1998 live version of QoTSA’s “Walking on the Sidewalks”, and a live take of the Desert Sessions version of “I Wanna Make it Wit Chu”, all of which are essential summertime soundtrack regulars for me (and don’t ask how many versions of each of these are on the iPod, I’ve lost count).
I’ve said it before, but it bears saying again — I fucking love this thing. Please iPod, never, ever die!
Here’s the beach across the street, almost exactly six months ago:
And here’s the beach today:
Just the way it’s supposed to be…