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I was always a big fan of the “Magic Eight Ball”. Particularly when life gets frustrating, it’s nice to take at least partial blame off of yourself and chalk it up to fate. When I was afraid of telling the cute guy in my sixth grade history class that I had a crush on him, a response of “Outlook not so good” allowed me to walk away feeling better that I hadn’t embarrassed myself.

I recently got a MySpace message playing with a similar theme using iPods. All you have to do is ask the “Magic iPod” a question and then shuffle songs for a random answer and you have instant advice. Somehow the shiny black screen makes this seem almost credible.

It does give you a somewhat more personalized viewpoint because, for whatever reason, you chose the music in the first place. You’re not likely to get “Bitches Ain’t Shit” as relationship advice if your playlists are more along the lines of the Lilith Fair.

Let’s try a few examples:

O’ Magic iPod, I need some career advice, what should I do?
“Here to Stay” (So, I’m guessing I shouldn’t be reading the want ads anytime soon).

All right, how about dating. What should I do to meet a guy?
“Clarity” (Maybe I need to decide what I want first?)

C’mon, give me something a little more specific…
“Loosen Up My Buttons” (Okay, I’m not planning on stripping, or trying out for the latest Pussycat Doll reality show, but I can take a hint. Showing a little skin is an easy way to get a guy’s attention).

Well, iPod, thanks for the advice. Any parting words of wisdom?
“Sexy Mother Fucker” (Well, thanks! Unless, of course, you’re referring to yourself…)

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