Oh my Aunt Matilda’s bunions. Consider with me, if you please, a scenario:
You open iTunes. You double click a song. While the song is playing, additional information about the song, singer, other albums you can buy, and so on is displayed. You bring your hands to your cheeks in astonishment.
"Oh my gawd!", you cry out. "How could iTunes know what I was going to be playing next?!"
You then call out to your significant other, who is currently fetching toast out of the plugged-in toaster with a fork, "Jimmy Joe! Jimmy Joe! You’re never gonna believe this one, sugah! This here iTunes read my mind, honey bug!"
At that point, having been saved from certain death, Jimmy Joe enters into your room, looks at the screen, scratches his belly in puzzlement and replies, “Sweet lips, I do believe you’re rauuught about that there iToones. It read your durn mind.”
A sudden thought dawns on Jimmy Joe, causing him....
Too funny. I want Shelley's rose-colored glasses (thanks for the link Shelley!).