Near the very end of September 2011 I purchased an Alesis IO Dock, an audio interface promising to fulfill all my needs for iPad-based live music performance. In fact, 95% of the reason I purchased an iPad2 was due to the release of this highly-anticipated new product. Shortly after my new IO Dock & iPad arrived, iOS5 was released, so I updated--a decision I regret ever since. Little did I know that the IO Dock is not at all compatible with iOS5 on the iPad2, a fact that likely surprised even Alesis.
The Problem The problem is simple enough to explain. When using a music application (e.g. Garageband) on an iOS5 iPad2, a cacophonous hiss will enter the audio stream during use. It often
In high school you've got jocks, geeks, stoners, prom queens, fat kids,
and so on and so forth. The working world is no different.
You've got "Chads" (the good-looking hot shots that always get their
way), geeks (IT dept.), lazy overweight managers (the fat kids grown
up), office queens (the hotties everyone wants to bang), pranksters,
gossips, and so on and so forth.
What am I, you ask?
Why, I'm the Office Farter. It's a pleasure to meet you.
I remember from high school history class that a key advantage we
Americans had over the British during the American Revolution was that
the British simply didn't know who to shoot. The American rebels
all looked like farmers, and farmers looked like nonthreatening
civilians. The British forces, on the other hand, were clad in
bright red wool uniforms (“The Red Coats”), making it blatantly obvious
that they were the bad guys. They might as well have been wearing
red and white target circles on their chests with sandwich-board signs
proudly declaring, “We're the bad guys! Shoot at us!”
I'm far from being a shopaholic, but I definitely have a weak spot for
electronic toys. I've made quite a number of dumb purchases in my
life (most often electronics), but these particular ones reverberate in
my wistful memories. Thank God for Ebay!
The Cotton Candy Machine
I once beheld a home cotton candy machine for sale in a catalog
specializing mostly in useless, single-purpose home appliances. I
just had to have it. This purchase would change my entire
life--friends would flock to my lively cotton candy parties, and
princess-like model-esque girls would swoon at the sugary goodness
served by yours truly.
My ultimate goal was to put my arm into the machine and encase it in
cotton candy. Unknown at the time was the
