As I was leaving work tonight, my heel got caught on the carpet of the stairs. I lost my footing, stumbled down two steps before launching my hands to the banister to keep myself from tumbling down the flight.  It was at this point I lost my grip on Milo (yes, my ipod had a name). I tried to save him, but ended up only being able to grasp the headphones attached.  This, in a fashion, catapulted all of his 80gb down the middle of the stairwell 5 storeys down onto the concrete floor.

Now the only music Milo will play is the maraca-esque sounds you hear when shaking him.