So my sad-sack of an ipod was returned to me from apple-hospital in record time, so fast in fact, that I suspect that the little monster basically sat in the DHL van riding around the city for three days.

This suspicion is disproved by the fact that there are no more scratches on the back of it anymore.

Anyways, I plugged it early this morn' to update my podcasts and lo and behold it crashed the itunes and itself and then proceeded to make a "grinding its pointy little metallic teeth from within noise" and promptly ceased to function encore.

So there. Apple you are on my outs list, if you don't get your act in gear I am going to start using a team of highly trained musicians who will follow me through the city and provide me with a sound track for my life in exchange for me pointing out all the moments of ironic humour in their lives. I think that sounds fair.

In other news, flink-dad sent me the " what do you want for christmas letter" to which I replied "for chrismakah I want : blah de blah " to which he replied: " blah blah blah Love St Golem Nichukah ". So it seems that after years of struggling for a hybrid identity as an ex-dutch reform - jew - hippy My father has finally settled on a patron saint.. It's a good thing, I was getting worried.

He knows by the way that I both, love him, and will happily get behind St. Golem Nichukah as well. As long as he doesn't say "my precious" too often (I know dad you meant the big clay guy).