As a follow-up to the previous entry of the dead iPod, I went to the Apple Store today to try and figure out how to get it working. I chilled at the Genius Bar for a bit while Dave, the resident Genius, did some tests on it, including the highly scientific hold-it-up-to-your-ear-and-listen-for-clicks. After a while, he concluded that it was a dead hard drive, so he whipped out a new one and now that is what I own.

Rest in Peace, SycoPod IV.