Finally I decided to fork over the ten dollars and buy the new apple itouch update. I’m really not sure why. Perhaps simply because they are relentless with their friendly reminders every single time I start itunes. Maybe because I REALLY want to use the Facebook App. For whatever reason, this the third week back to school and the leanest time of the year for us financially, I went for it.
Then the update software kindly reminded me that everything on my ipod will be lost, so make sure I’m updating from the computer where all my music is stored.
That’s cool, right, because of course I own all the music on my ipod, it’s not like I use the free soulseek app or anything or have stored any dvd copies on it. So I plugged in my external hard drive since I long ago maxed out the one in this computer with photos. And then there was the clicking. Whirring and clicking. A trip to freezer rehab (thanks for that term, Holly) did nothing for the clicking.
My backup drive is officially dead and my husband is I told you so-ing all over the house practically doing a touchdown dance because he won the battle months ago when I proposed we rehome our CD collection since after all it existed on a hard drive and 2 ipods anyway.
People. I know there is a way to back up this data from my ipod touch. Where there is a restriction, there is a hack around it. So hook me up. When I attempt to use any of the multitude of free ipod ripper programs out there, the little fucker is not recognized by the software.
Please plug in your ipod to the computer, the software rebukes me, as if I’m the dumbest person ever to own an MP3 player.
I should admit that just now I was searching the house for the thing for some reason or another and finally I realized that the music I was hearing through the docking station in the kitchen was coming from, um, the mp3 player I’d plugged into it. Derh.
Dang! This blows. I will ask J later and get back to you.