"Lord! It's a miracle!" - Warden Samuel Norton, The Shawshank RedemptionMy iPod, like so many moody iPods before it, has abruptly shown signs of life again. I got up to check my email because I couldn't sleep, and just on a whim I decided to give the old "lock, unlock, reset" sequence one more try. What do you know? Now it suddenly wants to be charged up for old times' sake.
Its battery is probably knocking on death's door, but at least now I have one more chance to back up my music collection before it finally buys the farm, or the iPod spontaneously combusts like that guy's heart in Temple of Doom, which ever comes first.
Imaginary conversation:
A: See? Your iPod wasn't dead after all.
B: You're right.
A: I bet you'll never rush to make a diagnosis like that again.
B: You mean my diagnosis that the iPod was fried for good?
A: Yeah. Or, to put it another way, like the diagnosis that led to the euthanization of Terri Schiavo.
B: Let's not compare apples to oranges. My entire music collection wasn't trapped inside Terri Schiavo.
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