No, not the touch of sky gods -- I mean my iPod Touch. It's the best thing
ever. I know I'm probably the last person in America to get on board with mobile apps, but now that I've been playing with them for a few days I'm a wild-eyed convert. Who knew life could be this simple? (That's it at left in the
exceptionally cute green case I got for it. Don't you want to hug it?
Back away! Don't you
dare touch my Touch!)
Pandora is indeed god. It's just as they said.
It came unto me and all was well. In case you're out of the loop, like I was a mere three days ago, Pandora lets you listen to "radio" based on songs and artists you like. It's wonderful. I can't believe all the new music I've heard -- and it's stuff I like! It won't be a chore to find a Sunday music video anymore.
Best of all, I know how I'll get through the baseball off-season now. I'll just listen to Pandora until Spring arrives. That and the Tommy John surgery (and the visit from Jason Varitek) will see me through.
Woot! I'm saved!
