Wipeout Pure vs. warm milk and a lullaby.

I spent an hour stumbling around in the dark, using the backlight on my iPod as a lamp while I rummaged around in the closet and tried to find my friggin’ flashlight. At least I knew where my hand-cranked radio was.

The Passion of My Phone.

My phone finally seemed to give up the ghost, plaintively beeping at me with a flurry of “low power” warnings, then going blank and silent.