So I'm riding the bus, listening to my 8-week old iPod which was transformed into a relic by the release of the 5th generation iPod, and I see another rider with a shiny new iPod. So I beat him over the head with my umbrella, grab the iPod and dash out the door between stops. Oh wait... sorry, I was fantasizing again.

But I did tap the guy on the shoulder and ask him to see a video clip. King Kong never looked so good. I almost got hemorrhoids again.