You know that feeling of unrelenting terror? Well, scale it down to the relative importance of an iPod and a 3’ drop.
It was sitting on the desk next to me, wired in and I scoot across the floor on the executive chair I have at work. Looking back, I could just see the agonising moment in slow motion as it was pulled off the edge of the desk, the headphone jack flying out and the nooooooooo moment as it feel to the floor. It bounced (also in slow motion).
Thankfully, it’s well padded in a lovely Vaja case that Jo gave me for my birthday and it seems to be fine. The best bit, is that when the headphones detached it automatically paused the track. Plug in, hit play, don’t miss a beat (bar a heartbeat or two).
I’m not planning on pulling the same stunt with my iBook until Vaja make one of their fabulous notebook suits for it.
This is the problem with desirable technology.