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09.14.05 by Widge @ 6:13 pm
First, a black iPod. And one without U2's insignificant chickenscratch John Hancocks on that back. Granted, it's a Nano. Which means it replaces the Mini. Which means it doesn't have the capacity it would need to justify me getting one. But it's black, goddammit, which means that it's sitting there. Mocking me. Pull up that picture. Look at it smirking. Little bastard. Now. You all know I have a Sidekick. A Sidekick 1, mind you, because it still works just fine though a little beaten up. I've been able to resist getting a Sidekick 2 despite the extra-cool features it has over the SK1. NOW I get word that there's a limited edition Sidekick 2 coming in October. Oh, and it's black. You. Sorry. Bastards. You find the one chink in my armor and exploit it six ways from Sunday. First an iPod, now a Sidekick. I hope you all burn in hell. But before you go, put that shit on sale. I'm a poor webmaster and I can't afford $399 for a new SK2. But it's black. Oh, cruel wretched villainy. How you smile, smile and be villains. A plague on both your houses. Gizmodo brought the bad news of the Darla Mack post. I'm going to go crawl under a table and pummel myself into a coma now. Talk amongst yourselves. Filed under: General BS
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.