After many years of faithful service, Kathleen Turner Overdrive (nee Roland, nee Roland II the Electric Boogaloo) has retired. I am a little sad to see it go. I loved that iPod more then one should probably love inanimate objects, but, well, I have issues.
KTO still isn’t sure how it will live out its retirement. Currently it’s hanging out on the dining room table and enjoying the warmth.
So thus begins the age of Eurydice, my new 80GB black beauty. The name came flying out of me from the wide blue yonder. I was leaning towards either Kinky Wizard or Elaine Miller. But for some reason neither of them were clicking.
As some of you might know Eurydice was the wife of Orpheus, Greek god of music and other goodness. Eurydice was the one bitten by a snake and taken to the underworld. Orpheus, so overcome with grief travels to the underworld to get her. When he finally finds her, Hades is all no way dude, you can’t have her back. But Persephone takes some pity on poor Orpheus, and says you can have her as long as you don’t look back at her until you get to the world of earthly delights. Of course as they’re almost to the earth, Orpheus looks back to make sure Eurydice’s still with him and well, tragedy. You should watch the director’s cut of Winged Sandal’s sad tale of Orpheus & Eurydice.
Please welcome Eurydice. The first song that she shuffled up was “Chopsticks” by Liz Phair, which made me laugh. Because that song has the line “that way we can fuck and watch TV.” And, well, I can totally watch TV on Eurydice.
Long live Eurydice!
OMG you suck. And I thought we had a date to buy new ipods together?
Also, I’ve emailed you a couple times and text’d you too. No answer!
Am I on the shit list or what?
I got no texts! though I did get the e-mail and just haven’t had a chance to respond. This week is kicking my ass. I’m hoping things will simmer down by Saturday.
I, too, had to replace the first iPod because I have issues. Glad I’m not the only one who had to upgrade. 🙂
Congratulations on the new addition! I just ordered my 3rd iPod yesterday (Golden Boy > Narakaloka >???)
I bought an 80GB iPod on Sunday! It’s black and shiny and very, very sexy. I don’t have a name for it yet. I didn’t name my last one, but I’m leaning toward naming this one – I always kinda felt bad that my last green 6GB was such a large part of my life and yet lacked a name. My new one has a black silicone case and I sorta can’t stop touching it.
Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed
Wondering what to do
With a lump of wood, a piece of wire
And a little pot of glue
O Mamma O Mamma
He sawed at the wood with half a heart
And glued it top to bottom
He strung a wire in between
He was feeling something rotten
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus looked at his instrument
And he gave the wire a pluck
He heard a sound so beautiful
He gasped and said O my God
O Mamma O Mamma
He rushed inside to tell his wife
He went racing down the halls
Eurydice was still asleep in bed
Like a sack of cannonballs
O Mamma O Mamma
Look what I’ve made, cried Orpheus
And he plucked a gentle note
Eurydice’s eyes popped from their sockets
And her tongue burst through her throat
O Mamma O Mamma
O God, what have I done, he said
As her blood pooled in the sheets
But in his heart he felt a bliss
With which nothing could compete
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus went leaping through the fields
Strumming as hard as he did please
Birdies detonated in the sky
Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled
He hit a G minor 7
He woke up God from a deep, deep sleep
God was a major player in heaven
O Mamma O Mamma
God picked up a giant hammer
And He threw it with an thunderous yell
It smashed down hard on Orpheus’ head
And knocked him down a well
O Mamma O Mamma
The well went down very deep
Very deep went down the well
The well went down so very deep
Well, the well went down to hell
O Mamma O Mamma
Poor Orpheus woke up with a start
All amongst the rotting dead
His lyre tacked safe under his arm
His brains all down his head
O Mamma O Mamma
Eurydice appeared brindled in blood
And she said to Orpheus
If you play that fucking thing down here
I’ll stick it up your orifice!
O Mamma O Mamma
This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus
It’s enough to send you bats
Let’s stay down here, Eurydice, dear
And we’ll have a bunch of screaming brats
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time
He was on a real low down bummer
And stared deep into the abyss and said
This one is for Mamma
O Mamma O Mamma
O Mamma O Mamma