I suppose in my haste I inadvertently let my Shuffle loose and it fell upon the Capitol steps. You must have been sitting near by and as the 1 million people made there way back you must have been so very kind as to pick it up and hold on to it. Why you didn’t turn it in to the Capitol police is a mystery, however it’s best as I would have never found it if you had! (They like keeping things like that!!!!).

Thank you so much Mike for finding my Shuffle! It’s my lifeline! I can’t take the Metro without and I’ve been having to walk to work and sob as I made my way to the Capitol steps!

Just after she said “yes” on top of the Space Needle I flung the shuffle around like a lasso using the lanyard. It was stupid, I know, but I was excited! Who’da thunk the ball-bearing cap would come loose and my shuffle would fly off the edge!

Thanks for picking it up — thank God you were in the area!

Luckily, I was able to contact them, but they didn’t know anything about it (I suspect liars), and now you have it! How did it get all the way out to Seattle? I had to hire Adrian Monk to figure out the probably solution:

Since the web editors probably use PCs to plug data into that ABC-owned local station cookie-cutter site, a little device with an Apple logo got pushed aside. They decided that it must go to people who actually create websites, and FedExed it to the higher-ups in New York. There it sits for a few weeks while people are trying to figure out what it is (you’d be surprised how many people still think of iPods as only the big ones), who it belongs to, and why it ended up there.

Finally, they get fed up with it and figure it must belong one of those crazy Mac guys, so it gets shown to and denied by many video editors, graphics designers, and writers, who are “too good” for an iPod shuffle. Frustrated, and since it’s a slow news day, Brian Ross is asked to figure out the shuffle’s owner.

He does a bit of research, but then some breaking news interrupted his work, and he passes it off to some intern. Annoyed that they were interrupted while trying to impress some other big-whig, the intern passes it off yet again, and it ends up in the hands of some guy who does web stuff and realizes that there was one Mac-using person who hasn’t been asked-you.

Feeling lazy, they send the shuffle off to you, along with your name tag, where you post it up here. I’m so glad you (and all the others) were honest enough to keep it going for all these weeks.

Now, to identify it, it’s looks brand new, and is sometimes mistaken for a flash drive. It has some emotional damage, since many other iPod owners look down upon the li’l guy.

Thanks again!

I know we don’t sound like the best of parents, but sometimes you can’t keep your eye on the little ones every second of every day. You can’t tell me you haven’t left your dog unattended for hours on end without food or water, thinking “oh, he’ll be okay”. So don’t lecture me on … sorry, I’m getting carried away. I’m just so frightened our little iSadorable will be lost to us forever.

We can’t offer much in the way of a reward, at least not comparable to what our iSadorable is worth to us. She brings such enjoyment to our life! You should hear her sing… She has a beautiful voice, much like that of Diana Krull, but amazingly she only a little over a year old! If you listen to her long enough you’ll rarely hear her sing the same songs over and over, and has the ability to do a number of different genres… Oh, how we missed her on our Saturday night family sing-a-long.

Sorry about going on and on … I’m just a concerned father who misses his little iSadorable. If you do find her, please, I implore you, to contact me as soon as possible. Until I can get to her, don’t let her near water or feed here anything. She has a very strict diet and anything other than Bread, Meatloaf with Salt ‘n’ Pepa, and, interestingly enough, Red Hot Chili Peppers – but make sure you have some Cream in case the peppers a too hot.

Thank you so much for helping me find my iSadorable.

Which one is it?

It’s the one that says…

If the Ipod shuffle you found looks exactly like the one bigfoot has. Then it’s mine! we went to buy it together…

Everything went wrong on the 8th of July when I saw this post, and decided to send my ipod into the space too…
I didn’t have $19.95, (I used all my savings, trying to make an eatable ipod shuffle) so I had to make the rocket on my own…
that day, after 5hours in the garage, the rocket was finally ready to go.
The rocket worked great, and was heading straigt into the space, but then guess what happened?
…at about 10 to 20 meters high, the rocket inclined a bit, and went towards Seattle… I guess that’s how you found it…
I really need the ipod to retry to send it into the space…
thanks Mike.

It all started with the contact form on my site. I got a garbled message from Xavier, some idiot I vaguely remembered from university (there were rumours his real name was Nigel). Next thing I know he’s on my doorstep with a can of lager and a big grin. Great.

He wandered around the flat inspecting every item while bringing me up to date with his life since uni. Within five minutes he’d broken the hi-fi, knocked over a lamp, and told me all about getting fired and how he was looking to get into ‘cool web stuff’.

I figured it’d be cheaper if someone else’s furnishings got trashed, so we headed to the pub. After two pints and an hour of awkward conversation I made the mistake of emptying a pocket out onto the table to get to some cash. The Shuffle was ideal for Xavier to clamp between his teeth (ugh) and launch into ‘hilarious’ impressions of Groucho Marx and Winston Churchill (“We will bite them on the features…”, etc.). It was time to leave.

As we wandered out and down the steps he turned to me, grinning, and thumped my arm, hard. I pushed him back. Slowly at first, he began to lose his balance and fall down the steps, legs frantically trying to keep up until it was all too fast and the stumbling became a roll. He hit the bottom with an abrupt thud, flat on his face.

Before I even reached the foot of the steps a crowd of concerned onlookers had formed. They tried to resuscitate him until the ambulance arrived.

So I guess you must have found the Shuffle somewhere in his upper trachea. There’ll be bite marks at one end, and on it you’ll find the Live for Speed demo I downloaded for my nephew and a series of photos of pavements and young people with their mouths slightly open (they’re for a texture-mapping project).

Oh, and the music library contains Cheggers Choice, a compilation of forty of the worst singles ever, endorsed by popular UK TV presenter Keith Chegwin. If you could return the Shuffle then it would help put an end to a most distressing series of events.

The war was long and arduous, and I lost many of my closest friends. I, sporadically received letters from home, my iPod would sent me the lyrics to my favourite songs, and pictures of her in various outfits, times weren’t easy back home either, and she had to be resourceful, using things like toothpaste tubes as outfits.

in July 1942 I was struck by a german machine gun. My left leg was severely damaged, and the the field surgeon recommended to my staff sergeant that I be relieved of my duties and returned home to Blighty. I must say it was a relief, the germans were unrelentent in their attack, and no matter how many we took, there was always a replacement.

Upon my arrival in London I caught a train from Paddington to my home in Coventry. News had been sparse at the trenches for some time, and nothing could have prepared me for what I saw upon my return. My beloved city had been ripped apart by German bombs. The cathedral, floored, the city centre, a smoking pile of rubble, and shattered lives. As I walked through the streets to return home, I feared for the well-being of my family, and this suspicion was realised when I turned the corner of Spon Street to see my house was now nothing more than a lump of blackened bricks.

Over the next few weeks I walked to every hospital and community centre within the city limits, and I learnt that my parents had both been killed when the first bombs struck. The fate of my iPod though, to this day had remained a mystery. I have carried this love, heavy on my heart for 63 years, and never have I given up hope that one day she would walk through that door and into my arms. My sweetheart, my only love, my iPod.

The truth is that what you’ve found is not my iPod Shuffle.
I’ve never lost my iPod Shuffle.
Because I never had an iPod Shuffle.
But if you’ll give me an iPod Shuffle,
I’ll be able to lose my iPod Shuffle,
and you will be able to find an iPod Shuffle,
and give me back my iPod Shuffle.
(I promise I’ll put a little MP3, with my details, in my iPod Shuffle).

(Editor’s Note: Uhhh, yeah, post your story here.)

Oh, I forgot to mention the conert was happening in the street at an interesection. So people were climbing up onto the Streetlights to get a better view and then they would jump into the crowd… like 10 or 15 feet down. Also, the cops there were getting pissy about people throwing empty plastic bottles (beer and water and soda) in the air.

So I was just standing there waiting for Weezer to come on stage when all of a sudden I’m pushed into the crowd by cops running by to grab this guy for throwing an empty beer bottle and basically drag him out. At the same time a Streetlight jumper jumped into the crowd, which caused the crowd to kind of fluctuate, moving towards him so he wouldn’t hit the ground, then moving out after they threw him to another part of the crowd. In all the commotion I was knocked to the ground. Some people must’ve thought I had been crowd surfing so they picked me up and put me up. I was up on peoples hands, rolling and being tossed. Hands everywhere…. my neck, my back, my butt, people reacing for me, and I thought I felt something slip out of my back pocket, but I didn’t think anything of it, probably just someone’s hand sliding off of me.

After I got dropped again I struggled to make my way back through the crowd to my girlfriend and friend. I finally made it back to her and she hugged and kissed me and then Weezer came on (it actually took them a little while.) So now I had no reason to listen to my Shuffle because the band who I had gone to see was there.

When they finsihed shortly after 11, the mass exodus began of people trying to get to MARTA (local Metro Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority… it was a train) SO think about this…. probably 2,500 people all trying to go to the same trainstation… I had no time to think about pulling out my shuffle because I was trying to keep up with the crwod and not get trampled. So we eventually made it to the northbound wing where we were supposed to get on the train. with about 500 or more other people. My friend went to go see if there was a water fountain and cam eback to report that there were people playign Hacky-sack (which we play al the time.) We went and joined them for 5 minutes until their train came. We ran into someone we go to school with and after talking with her a while she walked away. She then called my name and I turned arond and the girl next to her was looking at my kind of like in shock. That’s when I recognized her as the girl who i used to go to school with who lives in Ireland. So I said hey to her and caught up just a little bit. Then we had to go wait in line for our train.

About 10 mintes later my friend Paul comes running down the escalator (I didn’t know he was there at all) and said “come on dude, we’ve got an idea” So we ran with him while he told us that he was goign to pick up a Southbound train one station down, then hop of and get on a northbound train, so that when we roll up to the statin, we’ll be on the train and have seats. So we waited and waited and waited and finally a train came and we went south, got off, waited a few more minutes, got onto a north bound train (unfortunately Paul and his friends weren’t going on the same northbound train.. they needed to go north and we split off and went northeast.) My girlfriend and I just rode back on the train, both sweaty and tired. We got to the station we had been at and laughed at all the people waiting. Then we rode back to our station (8 stops away) with her resting her head on my shoulder. We got off and got into my Volvo and I took her to her house (her nieghborhood is across the street.) It wasn’t until I had dropped her off and was going to be driving by myself, tired and alone for about 30 minutes, that I thought I should whip out my Shuffle and plug it into my Cassette adapter. But I couldn’t find my shuffle.. anywhere. And with all the events of the night it wasn’t until this morning that my mind was awake enough to go trhough the whole evening and try and figure it out.

I’m glad to hear that you found my iPod shuffle and hopefully you’ll be returning it to me. THanks again.

If found, please call Scott-(555)555-5555