He lives, he lives who once was dead.

Sacrilege? Probably. But Ike has been fully restored to health. Resurrected, again. The nice man with the shaggy beard helped us last night at the Apple Store. It happened just how I knew it would. He tries to reset it, as if his fingers press on it differently than mine. Then, he takes it to the back room, and does his black magic voodoo moves on it, and brings it back fully functional. What in the world do they do back there?? I have wondered this many, many times. A secret combination of key presses? A magical machine they hook it up to? A cryptic prayer? A hammer?

Whatever the case, Ike is working, and my bathroom routines are more enjoyable now. He's on his last click, however. He makes a little ticking noise, which beard man says is a hardware issue, and it's only a matter of time before he just plain tuckers out. But, on the bright side, a dead Ike is worth a 10% discount on a future iPod purchase. I can't even think about replacing him right now. We've been through too much. However, I already have my sights set on an 80G Classic. Silver. The only problem will be finding a name for him. Or her???