Sad iPod

I have some kind of iPod curse, I think. I stopped at the Apple store this evening for my appointment with the resident "genius."  He messed around with my non-functional 60 gig iPod photo for a while and determined that it needed to be replaced (This is 60 gig iPod photo #2.  #1 was replaced in August after it failed on our first night in Hong Kong and became an expensive brick in my pack for the next 6 weeks).

So the resident genius hands me 60gig iPod photo #3.  I sign for it and head home.  On the metro, I idly turn it on (there was nothing on it anyway) and what do I see? 

Sigh.  Working on emotional balance, right?  It's just a thing . . . . that I might get to use again someday.