On the weekends where we don't have an agenda Matt and I have nice, relaxing morning routine: we get up and make coffee and/or tea and we sit on the couch upstairs looking at the latest headlines and such on my iPod. It's kind of our modern morning newspaper. I took the day off today after a couple of weeks of crunch time at work, so today was kind of like one of those weekends. Matt bought me that iPod for my birthday in June and had even had it engraved with my long-time gaming industry nickname: Hellchick. I knew I was going to love it -- I had really wanted one -- but I didn't realize just how awesome it was until I had it. I use it for everything. We have a wireless network set up at home and so I'd much rather curl up on the cozy couch to check up on email, Twitter, Facebook, and the news rather than use my PC, and in my fiber room I have an iPod dock to listen to music or my podcasts.
This morning I had put my rather large mug of coffee in my lap for a second while I went to navigate to something on my iPod. It slipped right out of my hands and down into my coffee mug. Ports down. Like it was docking with the coffee. It couldn't have slipped the other way where the case probably would have saved it. Oh, no.
I squealed and leaped up off the couch, ran to the kitchen, and grabbed paper towels. I dried it off as best I could and immediately started trying to dry the ports. But the iPod was already dying in my hands: the screen was flickering and it was getting dimmer...and dimmer...and dimmer. And soon all I could see was a barely visible Apple logo on the screen. The fact that I take coffee with cream and sugar -- nay, take some coffee with my cream and sugar -- was probably only making it worse.
Eventually, when I figured I couldn't get any more liquid out on my own, I set it down on the counter and vowed not to touch it until it dried out. Of course I couldn't help but finger the power switch helplessly hoping for a miracle. I felt awful, not just because I love my iPod but because it was a gift from Matt. For his part, though, Matt started making jokes immediately. "I'd post on Twitter, 'R.I.P. iPod 2010' but...well, I don't have an iPod to pull it up on now."
"Too soon!" I cried.
I hoped against hope the warranty would cover it, but this must be the world's most common iPod issue because it specifically mentions coffee on their warranty information as being something they will not repair damage from. Well, crap.
I went back to the couch and after heaving a heavy sigh, picked up my coffee and took a sip. "Tastes like technology," Matt said.