"Feel my Wrath?". Somehow "wrath" doesn't come to mind as one of the many emotions my iPod elicits. It rocks. I makes me feel. It colors my world with music. It's a package of power. It jams. But wrath? It even gives me a smug sense of justice that Apple's culture of design worship has been finally rewarded with market success (the kind I felt the Newton deserved). I'll probably get flamed for saying it, but I'd probably use this wallpaper if it said, "ipod: feel my balls".