Wow! It’s certainly been a while! With this new breath of life into the chronicling of all that is loved by Andrew Joseph, I thought I would give a homage to the first Andrew Approved post. This time, I shall expand and note that Andrew not only loves the iPod, but basically everything that is Apple.

When I recently asked Andrew what he would want if his birthday were tomorrow, he replied “I would really really wuv wuv wuv an Apple iPad and I would hugs it forevs and forevs.” I was a little confused. “Andrew, don’t you already have like four of those?” I asked. He looked at me as if I had killed his dog and said “but I need one for each of my limbs and one for my bosom!” Whatever, Andrew.

A week ago, I came home to find Andrew messing around with something by my TV. I didn’t get a chance to get a good look, but I could have sworn I saw him licking my Mac Mini moaning to himself “mmmmmmmmmmmiiiinnniiiiiii.” Look, Andrew, I guess I’m fine with you licking my Mac Mini if it makes you happy, but make sure you wipe off your saliva afterwards, ok?

To top all of that off, the other day I was looking for my Magic Mouse, but I couldn’t find it. I figured someone swiped it, but it’s kind of a terrible mouse so I didn’t really care that much. Andrew was sleeping on the couch (at least I think he was) in the fetal position, but when he got up to leave, I heard a little clang and saw the Magic Mouse slip out of his right pants leg onto the floor. “Uhhhh, Andrew…” I started, but then he just made a goofy smile, winked, and walked away. I shook my head as I thought “I guess I don’t really want to know.”

Jen, Andrew’s girlfriend, recently moved to Texas and when I asked her how things were going she said “great, but sometimes Andrew worries me.” I was like “oh? how so?” “Well,” she responded, “sometimes I want to give him a hug or lay on the couch next to him, but he pushes me away yelling at me about being careful around his iPhones and iPod Touches.” Apparently Andrew has a pair of each and keeps them in all of his pants pockets. When I confronted Andrew with this later, he gave me a stern “look, she can hug me all she wants later, but when my pants are full of Apple, it’s Stevie time, if you know what I mean.” Uh…