My iPod is a liar/its Wi-Fi fucking hates me.
I have an iPod Touch (with the 3.0 software update) and the little status icon shows that my wireless connection is fine, but every time I try to do anything interweb related in any of my apps, it says it’s unable because it’s not connected to the internet.
I go into settings, everything’s as it should be—it says i’m connected, the little status icon there matches the one in the top corner.
I’ve tried restarting my iPod like 3 times, turning WiFi on and off, etc. Nothing.
Any suggestions?
Fuck My Life
My MacBook Pro’s display (or I think just the backlight) isn’t working and a little bit of my heart is breaking. Or a big part. Depressing as HELL.
Last week, I told my dad I was having some problems with my computer.
He, a PC zealot, has given me constant shit about getting a MacBook for the last… since before I got it.
His eyes actually lit up when I told him this sad news, and I had to shout “but I don’t regret switching to Apple!” right afterwards to keep him from doing a happy dance.
Today, I took my computer to the Apple Genius Bar and had the best Customer Service evah.
I hope I’m not about to curse everything, but I’m tremendously pleased with Apple right now. :)
YAY!
I’ll always buy the DVDs as well, because having multiple copies of it is not only excessive but FUN.
And oh yeah, FUN RUN IS FREE.
BTW Apple, I forgive you for the whole “funnest” thing. You’ve made up for it with the new iTunes plus this.
FUNNEST?!
APPLE, you’re KILLING ME.
I don’t even care if you’re being ironic—it’s painful to see.
However, I just had a really bad experience with my mom’s computer (a PC because I’m an elitist) and I am so furious about it that I refuse to go near that computer for like eight days.
(More like until I need to print something in an hour.)
P.S., I want an iPod Touch.
Qwick Reviews are awesome.
“Donkey porn?!”
(The remote he did a review on was so bitching awesome. If anyone wants to get one for me for Christmas, that’d be super. ktnx.<3)
Seeing the Comic Sans, I threw up a little in my mouth while my soul died.
I wouldn’t want to use that as a computer… I want to shave my legs with it.