In light of our remodeling, my parents asked for just one thing that I wanted. I named it as an mp3 player, and they obliged with a Philips Aria. It's pretty fancy, with video and picture capabilities; much fancier than it needs to be, but I appreciate the extra effort my dad went to. He doesn't just look up gadgets to buy people. He reads pages and pages of reviews, talks to his equally tech-savvy coworkers, and goes the whole nine yards. So when he gives me something, I know it's gotten favorable reviews from a wide range of people.
There's just one problem. The mp3 player hates my computer. Oh, they'll sync up, and I can transfer things over to the player. But that's once a restart. If I disconnect it and forgot a piece of music, I'm out of luck, unless I want to restart the computer. Plus, ten minutes later, something about the USB connector gives the computer a blue screen of death. So, in short, the computer refuses to believe that the player exists, and the player wants to kill the computer.
Since the laptop's name is Moriarty, I've named my mp3 player Sherlock.
Tomorrow -- if I have time -- I'll see if it's just a bad USB cable. In the meantime, I have a feud on my hands. Hopefully it's just a bad cable, which would make my life
much easier. If it is... then Sherlock and Moriarty will cohabit, and maybe legitimize those Sherlock/Moriarty slash fics out there.