I was quite excited last Thursday when I learned Apple had ported iTunes to Windows. I downloaded it both at work and at home. Regardless of the interface or system resource suckage, I was bound and determined to support Apple somehow. Because in my heart of hearts I will always be an Apple fanatic. Sure their things are overpriced and feature-lacking (Where the heck is a second mouse button?!) but they’re suave and sexy. Heck, both my grandparents are more hip-looking with their iMacs than I will ever be. So I was bound and determined to leap back into tech-suaveness with my use, and abuse, of a legal online music service.

I went hunting for The Whos Happy Jack, the song from the Hummer commercial. I could spare 99 cents for the rock-classic-turned-catchy-jingle song. I found the version I wanted, clicked “Buy Song” and waited for bliss to set in. I was prompted with an error message. Apple wasn’t going to take my credit card. I know I had at least a buck on there, I know it! It should be fine. I spent the next half hour trying to weasel my way through their checkout, each time running into an “Invalid Address” error. That’s right, Apple told me that my address was wrong on my credit card. Or, at least that’s the bank reported to them. I became quite disgruntled by this. So much that I promptly removed the software from my computer. Thanks, Apple, but no thanks. I’ll go somewhere else for my music.