Where Baby iPods Come From

This is one of those past things I did, to pass the time away. Kind of pathetic. But really funny, honest! Ok. Maybe not that funny, but still, original? Not psychopathically original but obsessively compulsive. But please don’t contact the authorities.

Remember when I said I was migrating my site? Well, wayyyy back in the past I had may different projects. Occasionally, I’d try to make a funny iPod parody like thing. Well, since the content I haven’t moved over is a bit more, shall we say, complicated, I figured I’d get all the simple stuff on the site.

You ever wondered where iPods were made? I mean, really made? Not some factory in Japan. Right here in the good old USA. Well, at least for those of you who live here.

Here is a picture of an iPod, who signed all consent forms to have her picture taken and released. The LCD has been blurred so you cannot determine her identity.

I believe she will be having one of the 20GB versions, but as an Apple representitive was about to stop me from taking the picture, I had no time to ask further questions.

Sony CCD-TR93 + Power Macintosh 7600/132
iMom	iPop

The iPod “farms” are cute. They start from being, oh, 1″ tall, and it takes a good 3 weeks for them to be full grown. They try to keep them in playpens, seperated by height.

Of course, there are too many for the Apple employees to look after, the new iMacs have been tending to the farms since they were first developed. Thats what they were designed for. Not only do they have the ability to move around easilty by hopping, but they use the LCD screen to teach the iPod how to work, and can “herd” iPods from one area to another. It was only recently that Apple had the idea to actually sell the iMacs as computers.

This was very dangerous, as mother iPods are VERY protective of their young, and I almost got iPodded to death. They really can hurt, especially when five of them jump at your stomach at once. Nearly knocked the wind out of me!

As for iPop, he was very good natured about the whole thing, and laughed when I asked him what they ate. At which point I was shown the firewire hubs. Duh!