An appeal to a genius
After my failed attempt(s) to reset the family iPod a few days back, I decided to go and see a genius. At the Store, if you understand the terminology. And although it required making an appointment, going out for a fabulous smoked meat sandwich and checking out overpriced camera lenses, the return visit meant that the iPod went back to its original (stupid as a sack of sand) state. Hurrah! They (meaning the genii) have better software on their laptops. Same weak batteries, but the forgotten password is now forgotten.
To speak to a Genius, you have to pass by rows and rows of new, shiny toys. All available for touchy-feely time; all hinting that your life would be better if you’d just drink the juice. I’m able to withstand the pressure. Others in the house (the nameless one, with her iPod, iPhone, iPad and iAccessories being first in line) now want a bigger, more visible icon on the computer desk. 27 inch, if possible. I wonder if I can pick up a Mini and do the old flim flam? Only half the price, with the addition of a keyboard and pointing device.
My weakness; a need for expensive optics. Once again, I endured the mental torture that comes from requesting a price check on something best bought elsewhere. I don’t care how necessary bricks and mortar are… it’s not worth doubling the price. Maybe I’ll wait for another year, in the hope that I’ll score a windfall. My old Takumar lens is still better built than most of the newer glassware.