Let’s blame this one on lack of sleep, shall we?
First off, I have an iPod Touch. Man, it’s awesome. I love it like a boyfriend, even tho that “Vibrate” function doesn’t work. Pity. What it DOES do is play music and . . . apps. It has apps. Things that do things that I don’t necessarily need but, they’re apps. APPS!
Before my iPod, I didn’t even know what “app” meant. I think I sort of thought it was short for “appetite.” I don’t know.
Like I said, lack of sleep.
I have an app that rolls a pair of dice, one that makes a buzzer noise, one that gives you a crystal ball answer, one that links to the Homeland Security Advisory System, and yes, a clinometer.
So this morning, when I blearily looked through my e-mail, I was not all THAT surprised to see that I had a message from . . . my iPod.
The fact that my iPod is now sentient wasn’t as disturbing as the message itself:
Secret agent man
Wow. Obviously I am a double agent with amnesia. I probably programmed my iPod to send me this message to alert me of danger. Next, I’ll get a message telling me where all my fake passports are. This is exciting. I’d better check my nooks and crannies for a microchip that will reveal my true identity.
Did I . . . ? Oh. Yeah, I remember now. In the car yesterday, I heard a song I wanted to download. I used my Note app to email me the title, so I wouldn’t forget. I didn’t even think it worked! But it did. My iPod reminded me to download the awesome “Secret Agent Man” by Johnny Rivers.
But why that song? There’s a reason. And it’s all on that microchip. I’ve just got to find it. Surely there’s an app for that?
What’s YOUR favorite app?
Secret agent man came from here.