#ipod battery replacement

[moghedien]

honestly I encourage everyone to get comfortable opening up their electronics. game consoles. computers. phones. keyboards. headphones. whatever. like obviously don't start with the most difficult thing to open up and don't just mindlessly pop open something and lose all the screws and don't do it while its on. but get comfortable looking inside your stuff yourself

its not hard to open up most electronics that don't have an apple logo on them (and even a lot of those are easier than you'd think) and it DOES NOT VOID YOUR WARRANTY.

Companies will try to scare you from learning how to care for your own stuff because they get money that way. Warranty stickers are technically illegal in the US but just isn't enforced, and a company can't actually void your warranty if you repair something yourself, so long as you don't break something else in the process.

like I look at threads all the time where people express fear about just opening up a console and looking at the internals to see which version they have but don't be! its easy, its safe, its free! get comfortable with your electronics and learn how to clean and repair stuff yourself, it isn't scary, companies just want you to think it is!

[ocelotlesbian]

MY IPAD IS FIXED!!!!!!! 🎊🎊🎊🦦🦦

celebratory aradia doodle ^_^

[tuxedoprincess]

waiting for the 4th gen ipod nano and 2nd gen ipod touch that i got from ebay to come in... haven't fully settled on what i want to do with them as it was an impulse buy while i was at work but i will figure it out

[jessaerys]

NOO my ipod froze for the first time ever.... ancient better love story than twilight meme voice still better than a spotify subscription

[reinemichele]

My mom got home and immediately handed me an ipod classic and said "[Patient] told me her ipod won't hold a charge anymore, so I told her you might be able to fix it, or at least show her how to rip the music library onto her computer"

and I said . "I've told you to stop telling people I can help them with technology ."

And then I noticed the ipod actually still had a full battery (but I'm sure, like my barely functioning ipod classic, within a few seconds-minutes the battery would die), so I glanced through the menus, mostly because I still feel very nostalgic for using ipods & find the tactile buttons/audible clicking/whirring to be a lot more appealing than keeping music on a purely touchscreen torture nexus, but I was also curious about how recent the music this patient listens to is

So I said . "Oh hey, she has Rick Astley on here!"

And after a few minutes she goes . "I have that fucking Rick Astley song stuck in my fucking head." and I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed

[thewirewitch]

I found my old Ipod Nano

At first, she lived.

But then...

the horrors.

[subjectsix]

I don't know I'm not done talking about it. It's insane that I can't just uninstall Edge or Copilot. That websites require my phone number to sign up. That people share their contacts to find their friends on social media.

I wouldn't use an adblocker if ads were just banners on the side funding a website I enjoy using and want to support. Ads pop up invasively and fill my whole screen, I misclick and get warped away to another page just for trying to read an article or get a recipe.

Every app shouldn't be like every other app. Instagram didn't need reels and a shop. TikTok doesn't need a store. Instagram doesn't need to be connected to Facebook. I don't want my apps to do everything, I want a hub for a specific thing, and I'll go to that place accordingly.

I love discord, but so much information gets lost to it. I don't want to join to view things. I want to lurk on forums. I want to be a user who can log in and join a conversation by replying to a thread, even if that conversation was two days ago. I know discord has threads, it's not the same. I don't want to have to verify my account with a phone number. I understand safety and digital concerns, but I'm concerned about information like that with leaks everywhere, even with password managers.

I shouldn't have to pay subscriptions to use services and get locked out of old versions. My old disk copy of photoshop should work. I should want to upgrade eventually because I like photoshop and supporting the business. Adobe is a whole other can of worms here.

Streaming is so splintered across everything. Shows release so fast. Things don't get physical releases. I can't stream a movie I own digitally to friends because the share-screen blocks it, even though I own two digital copies, even though I own a physical copy.

I have an iPod, and I had to install a third party OS to easily put my music on it without having to tangle with iTunes. Spotify bricked hardware I purchased because they were unwillingly to upkeep it. They don't pay their artists. iTunes isn't even iTunes anymore and Apple struggles to upkeep it.

My TV shows me ads on the home screen. My dad lost access to eBook he purchased because they were digital and got revoked by the company distributing them. Hitman 1-3 only runs online most of the time. Flash died and is staying alive because people love it and made efforts to keep it up.

I have to click "not now" and can't click "no". I don't just get emails, they want to text me to purchase things online too. My windows start search bar searches online, not just my computer. Everything is blindly called an app now. Everything wants me to upload to the cloud. These are good tools! But why am I forced to use them! Why am I not allowed to own or control them?

No more!!!!! I love my iPod with so much storage and FLAC files. I love having all my fics on my harddrive. I love having USBs and backups. I love running scripts to gut suck stuff out of my Windows computer I don't want that spies on me. I love having forums. I love sending letters. I love neocities and webpages and webrings. I will not be scanning QR codes. Please hand me a physical menu. If I didn't need a smartphone for work I'd get a "dumb" phone so fast. I want things to have buttons. I want to use a mouse. I want replaceable batteries. I want the right to repair. I grew up online and I won't forget how it was!

[passionfruitmango]

Wanna use my old ipod so bad but it's dematerialized for the moment and I need to know if it's a gen 4 or 5 nano

[kerosene-saint]

keep meaning to get a new battery for my ipod nano and then surrender it to the electronics fixing place I know

[ollybirdd]

sometimes i think about influencer culture and how i bought a refurbished ipod classic because of an australian guy on youtube who would rip out their hard drives and replace them with absolutely excessive amounts of micro sd storage

[izzystradlindoesitforme]

Tagged - Bingo

I will list the ones I can say yes to:

Own a band tee.

Made a mixtape.

Have a crush on an artist.

Like rock and roll.

Own a vinyl record.

Met an artist or a band.

Been to a festival.

Own concert memorabilia.

Backstage at a show.

Own a CD.

Like disco music.

Like blues music.

Dedicated a song - does this have to be on or through the radio or what? Can it be anywhere? Tried to dedicate a song over the radio once or twice, but never got through. I did dedicate a song I sang at karaoke one night though.

Like pop music. (*** A lot of it, but not all of it.)

Like country music. (*** Some of it.)

Hate a band everyone loves. *** Hate is a strong word, lol. I very much dislike a band that a lot of people love/like, but not everyone in the universe loves/likes them, lol.

Like a band everyone hates. *** I like a band that a lot of people hate/dislike but not everyone in the world hates/dislikes them, lol.

Play a musical instrument. *** I mean, everyone can play the sticks or the maracas/shakers, so ... does that even count? I can play some mean sticks and shake some marakas real good.

Own an iPod. *** (Yes - but I never could use it cause the battery was dead and when I went to replace it they said it would be cheaper to buy a new one but I think they were only talking about a cheaper one so I should have just gotten the new battery. I ended up doing neither. But I still have it somewhere, so I technically still own one, lol.)

Definite NO:

Own a guitar pick from an artist.

Front row at a concert.

Have a tattoo to honor a band or artist.

Travelled to another country to see an artist or band. ( *** Although I did travel to another state, which would be the distance to another country in some parts of the world.)

*** Kissed a rockstar - No. Not a star. Kissed a guy who played rock and roll? Yes. Kissed a guy who rocks? Yes.

2 bingos. But only because I got a free square, lol.

[hannahssimblr]

Michelle has been crying for a week.

Seemingly non-stop.

Tuesday evening, which was once about trigonometry and calculus, is when I currently find myself sitting awkwardly on Jen’s bed, alone, while she consoles her sobbing friend in the room next door for half an hour, and my iPod is out of battery.

“He’s here?” Michelle cries at one point, and Jen replies something gentle, muffled through the plasterboard wall. Probably a justification for my presence in her house, which is clearly not welcome even though I’m not actually forcing her to endure me when I’m in an entirely separate room. 

Jen comes back a few minutes later looking frazzled, bags under her eyes as if she has been the one kept up at night with a broken heart, wailing over the skinny emo boy who cheated on her with an even skinnier emo girl. This house has been like a battlefield for days, with even Rahim and Debra retreating to the relative safety of the conservatory in case their rampaging daughter decides to come into the kitchen for a snack and shriek at either of them for not replacing the Nutella she’s been living off or starts hurling around accusations that her white sliced bread has been purloined.

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, she’s just being Michelle. Extra Michelle. Michelle XL.”

“Didn’t sound like she was too happy about me being here.”

“Yeah well,” Jen steps forward and collapses sideways onto the bed, “She can get over it, I want you here.”

“I’m flattered,” I gently fix her fringe, “I’m just not really certain what I did wrong. I thought I did the exact right thing, actually.”

“Yeah but I told you before, there’s normal logic and then there’s Michelle Logic. That’s why I wanted you to be the one to tell her, she was bound to shoot the messenger.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s fair enough, I live with her. Can you imagine if it was me who broke the news?”

“...Do you think the end is in sight?”

“For this level of devastation? I dunno. She’s never been heartbroken before. First cut is the deepest, right?”

I shrug, “For me it wasn’t so bad.”

“Okay well, you haven’t been in love properly.”

“Okay…”

“Sorry but you can’t be an authority on this. Michelle properly loved Evan. He was her everything.”

“He was a fucking knob.”

“Yeah, clearly, but she didn’t know that, and she still loved him. Loves him.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be cried over like this.”

“Tell that to her. Or actually, don’t tell that to her. Don’t tell her anything. Stay a mile away from her until further notice.”

I sigh, “You can't keep us away from each other forever, like, eventually she’s going to emerge from her hovel of despair and find me sitting on the couch, or talking to her dad in the kitchen, it’s not like I’m going to be able to completely vanish from sight forever and ever. I also live five minutes down the road…” I shake her as she turns away to flip through a music magazine,  “and we go to the same school…”

“Yeah, I know, but all this stuff is girl stuff. You’re not supposed to be allowed to see it. You’re only here because you have special Tuesday night privileges.”

I scoff. “I’ve seen girls crying before.”

“Yeah, because of you.”

I toss myself down on the covers and wiggle my way into her eye line, “one day some horrible little bastard might break my sister’s heart, and on that day, when she’s crying and wailing over him, she won’t have anybody to talk to about it but me, and I’ll just turn to her and say ‘hey, sorry Ivy, this is girl shit! Can’t help you!’ Is this the future you want?”

Jen lifts the magazine and whaps me in the face with a full page spread of Amy Winehouse. “You’re so thick.”

I clutch my nose, “Ow! Fuck sake. I think you’re being stupid thinking like that, as if I’m not surrounded by girls at all times. You’re the one who always bangs on and on about feminism, but you’re the one creating a divide between the sexes, can’t you see that? You think I don’t care about girl stuff, like I can’t be around Michelle when she’s heartbroken? I do care.”

“The only girl stuff you care about is tits and fannies.”

“You’re foul.”

She giggles and goes back to her magazine at the same moment Michelle begins to blast a Paramore CD in the room next door. It’s so loud that it vibrates the walls. 

Debra’s screaming only adds to the chaos. “Michelle, my god, turn it down.” She pleads to no avail, and then I hear her thundering up the stairs and pounding on her daughter's door. “Not again! We’re trying to watch the news!”

“Well, there they go again,” Jen comments without lifting her eyes from her article. “You sure you want to walk right into her lair?”

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[goat-mint]

here's my ipod nano 3rd gen !!! just had the battery replaced :P

[crippy-tangerine]

Just realise that when our phone breaks, we are toast… We use it for everything but especially for communicating (it’s our AAC device for everything in-person). And is not like urgent problem, it still work fine! But realise that is older model now, and some point battery will wear down so much that basically not useable.? But not want buy new phone when not need (because waste resources/money and still not know any companies that not exploit places and people- like Congolese people + DRC resources!). But because that, means by time phone break and we need new one, we not have device communicate with until get new one.? And our handwriting not good + hurt + slow. And harder bring big load paper around with you than small phone. Plus we rely on predictive text a lot, and paper obviously not able give that.

Unsure what do about that. We very good at not replace electric device until total broken (our laptop breaking and glitchy but going strong 7+ years, still have iPod from over decade ago, then have current phone since last one total break fall apart (into literal pieces used so much)). But laptop + iPod not useable as AAC. So guess need work out what happen if/when phone stop work…

If anyone know good company for tech (AAC specific or not) that not use materials from exploited place/people, please do let us know 🙂‍↕️. Or ways replace battery for phone? Help appreciated but not urgent 🫶.

[bitchin-beskar]

hi 👋

may I request a reader that is a pack rat but with useful things? like they’re always ready with something in their bag to help tf141 with their needs. wether its a snack, an extra shirt, or whatever. they’re just dora with their backpack lol

and the men are always in awe bc ‘how are they always ready for any situation’?? it can be platonic or romantic but would surely love some fluff with it. please and thank you! 🥰

hello love!!! you can indeed request that!!! this is such a cute idea!!!

you suggested dora with the backpack, which is very valid, but my brain also jumps to daphne blake from scooby doo bc that girl carries a tiny ass purse and has everything under the sun and can make shit on the fly like nothing (there was one episode where she made a hydroelectric battery to power the mystery machine like it was nothing lol)

so taking both of those vibes and jumping headfirst in!!! here's a tidbit from how I think a fic with that might go!! (also I kept reader gender neutral in this one, bc you didn't specify any pronouns!)

It's finally happened, Soap is sure of it. The 141 has finally run into a situation that BP isn't gonna have the supplies for.

BP is the callsign of the team medic, which is why you could be forgiven for thinking their name is short for 'blood pressure.'

It's not.

It's short for 'backpack.'

Soap had chuckled when he first heard it, but those little chuckles quickly died when he realised his superiors were serious. All they'd say was that you were uniquely skilled at anticipating the needs of your teammates on any given mission, as well as a well-qualified and well-trained field medic and surgeon.

That first mission, everything had gone FUBAR, including the exfil being shot down, leaving the team stranded in enemy territory with their only possible transport being new black-market Humvees with remote locking systems that were thus far unbreakable. Price and Ghost had been conversing over a plan of attack when you'd simply opened up your ever present backpack and pulled out a small handheld remote. Flipping a switch, you pointed it at the nearest Humvee, and an audible click! indicated it was now unlocked.

They'd all stared for a solid minute before you coughed and said "Uh, about that exfil?" and the team jerked into action and dove for the doors of their new escape vehicle. When asked what the fuck kind of wizard tech you had, you simply shrugged and said it was a universal remote.

Soap had figured it for a one-off. He'd never been more wrong.

Ghost's balaclava gets irreparably damaged and covered in gross bodily fluids? You've got a brand new one in the exact size he needs, made from water resistant fabric.

Price's cigars get lost in (yet another) heli crash? You've got a brand new box of Maduro cigars in that backpack, the only explanation being that you'd "found them while out shopping."

Gaz loses his ball cap, and you whip out a spare without even a second glance, shoving it onto his head without a care in the world, even as he's sputtering because "how the hell do you have the same damn cap? I bought that old one years ago!"

Alejandro's iPod gets destroyed after the team has to flee through a river and all their gear gets waterlogged, and out of a Ziploc, you pull a brand new one with the headphones he likes, and he's shocked to see it's downloaded with all his favorite songs, and the default setting is currently on Spanish.

Rudy's a diabetic, and his insulin pump gets damaged in a knife fight, and not only do you have insulin for him, you have a brand new pump as well, and specific snacks that will help him hold out till he can replace the pump. It's originally brushed off that you have this because of being the team's doctor, until Rudy points out that you don't actually have access to his medical records, with him being Mexican Special Forces and you being SAS.

And Soap? Soap ran out of room in his journal one day, in the middle of trying to sketch and he hadn't realized how close he was to the end, so he hadn't brought a spare. Before he even has the chance to feel disappointed, you're slipping a brand new journal with the exact right type of paper he prefers into his hands.

It's not just personal stuff either. Any tool, gadget, gizmo, whirlygig, or thingamabob they could think of, you just... had it. Wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers, lockpicks, extra mags, oil, cleaning rags, padlocks, bolt cutters, bandaids, needles, suture thread, ice packs, heat packs, gauze, hair ties, bobby pins, the list goes on and on and on.

Never, not once had there been a situation where the team had needed something that you couldn't pull from the dark, yawning pit that you called a backpack.

Except, Soap is confident that this time, you don't have what they need. You couldn't possibly have predicted this outcome.

The mission had been a comedy of errors, the team racing across the globe, bouncing between countries, hopping from continent to continent tracking the HVT Laswell had sent the lot of you after. Through a completely random turn of events, you'd ended up in the United States of all places, in the wooded areas of Washington state. It wasn't a state park, per se, but close enough. Supposedly, there was a cache here that the HVT frequented, and might have valuable intel.

Unfortunately, your way had been blocked by some State Park Rangers, who demanded that you either provide proof of registration that allowed you to be there, or the team had to leave.

Of course, being members of the SAS and Fuerzas Especiales, who operated out of Europe and Mexico respectively, the likelihood of any of them having the right paperwork was infinitesimal.

"Hold on!"

Soap whirled around at the sound of your voice. There you were, rummaging through your backpack.

"No fuckin' way," Gaz whispered, the rest of the team going deathly still.

There was absolutely, positively, no possible way on God's green Earth that you were gonna–

"Found it!"

You let out a whoop of excitement, pulling a small rectangular piece of plastic from your bag, a hole through the top indicating that it might go in a car, hanging from the rearview mirror.

"Here's our permit for the Washington State Parks and Forestry. Just renewed it, too."

The Rangers took it sceptically, but their faces cleared as they looked it over.

"Everything seems to be in order then, ma'am. Sorry for the delay and confusion."

"No problem!" You chirped, ignorant of the dumbfounded stares at your back. "Have a good day, gentlemen!"

Soap felt dizzy. He felt weak. He might actually collapse here on the spot from pure confusion alone. He could faintly hear Gaz muttering behind him, and in his peripheral vision, Alejandro was shaking with silent laughter, and Rudy looked like he'd just been handed the answers to the universe's greatest mysteries.

This had to be a dream. Soap refused to accept reality otherwise.

The Rangers left, and there was a heavy, oppressive silence that settled over the team. BP turned to look at everyone with a smile on their face, only for it to fall when they saw the stunned, blank looks their teammates wore.

"What's wrong?"

Bless 'em, they sounded so confused, but Soap really had no way to express just what he or any of the others were feeling in this moment.

As BP's face fell further, Price surged forward and scooped their medic and resident pack rat into a hug. They let out a small eep! at the sudden constricting pressure around their ribs. It was difficult to hug with tac vests on, but Price was determined.

"C-Captain? Are you alright?"

"Never change, soldier," Price said gruffly, and Soap could hear the disbelieving grin in his CO's voice. "Never fuckin' change."

[lenasai]

ID: Two images of an iPod from the front and back. The front has a purple and pink transparent shell with a black click wheel. The back is black. End ID.

5th gen ipod classic, 256gb flash storage, 2000mah battery

formerly a black one that would have been perfectly fine cosmetically had it not been for the giant sticker plastered on the back and around the side. as with most ipods, it needed a battery replacement and while the screen looked a bit grainy to me initially, taking it out to do the front plate swap and putting it back in seemed to fix it!

you can do mods like this too! these devices are from the golden age of things you can easily get into and repair. i will always recommend ifixit’s ipod repair guides if you ever want to try something like this!