Must be some antiquated notion of ethics -- or maybe my parole officer -- that keeps me from doing cool things like this.
Some time ago, my iTrip stopped working. The good folks at Griffin Technology sent me a replacement right away, and asked only that I destroy the non-working unit and send them photographic evidence.
Awesome. My first contracted hit, so to speak.
There were some ideas: running it over with the car, smashing it with a brick, setting it up on the streetcar tracks and letting a streetcar crush it to smithereens. But in the end, there was really only one thing that we wanted to do: blow it up with model rocket engines.
And if that hadn't worked, there's always the Solar Death Ray.
Some time ago, my iTrip stopped working. The good folks at Griffin Technology sent me a replacement right away, and asked only that I destroy the non-working unit and send them photographic evidence.
Awesome. My first contracted hit, so to speak.
There were some ideas: running it over with the car, smashing it with a brick, setting it up on the streetcar tracks and letting a streetcar crush it to smithereens. But in the end, there was really only one thing that we wanted to do: blow it up with model rocket engines.
And if that hadn't worked, there's always the Solar Death Ray.
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Fave quote from the destruct-o-rama: "On the fourth or fifth viewing, The Boy Wonder’s keen eyes spotted a small piece flying off into the snow. Checking frame-by-frame, I deduced that it was the connector plug that jacks into the iPod. We traced its trajectory like true CSI wanna-bes, and ran back out to retrieve it from the snowbank." Hee!