I'm disturbed beyond measure that Dick Cheney and I have something in common: our deep love of the iPod.
I'd just like to think I wouldn't be such a big dick about it if there weren't enough outlets on the plane.
Oh, and also, I'm sure my taste in music is MUCH better than his. Not that I know what's on his playlist; I'm sure that information is in a secret undisclosed location in a bunker somewhere.
