Showing posts with label creative masturbation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative masturbation. Show all posts

Friday, December 19, 2008

daily writing: End of an era.

Say what you will about his turtleneck-wearing ass, there's no denying the impact Steve Jobs has had on Apple, and conversely the entire consumer electronics industry.

Now that he's retiring from his position as annual MacWorld keynote presenter, maclife.com has put up a collection of "greatest stevenote moments."

It's an interesting post and if you've just been an Apple user and fan for the last few years as I have. It's fascinating to see how the power of one individual turned what was basically a dying company into the beloved giant that it is today.

At the very least, it's a great series of presentations. It's just amazing how much charisma this one person can exude. Of particular interest is the 1997 MacWorld expo at Boston.



"Deep in the dark “beleagued Apple” days a vest-and-collarless-shirt wearing Jobs, freshly returned to Apple, gives an impassioned speech about Apple’s continued relevance in the computer industry. He then shares the startling news of a new Apple-Microsoft alliance, including Internet Explorer as the default browser on all Macs. The crowd is not happy. Steve goes on to explain that Microsoft has kindly ensured Apple’s survival for a while through the purchase of 150 million bucks worth of Apple stock (non-voting shares, he hastens to explain)."

Goodbye, Steve Jobs Keynote, we had such fun times.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Daily writing: some dude.

So some dude called Gordon Comstock (I am sure there's a joke in that name there somewhere, just not sure what) got noticed by Scamp, and subsequently suffered a mini-digg effect. It wasn't enough to crash his site, but noticeable enough that he put up a post addressing new readers.

I can't help but wonder if it's a coincidence that scamp picked up on him after he embedded Scamp's ad on his blog.



Probably just a coincidence.

In other news my AD is driving me nuts. I'm starting to think he's a fucking retard.

Thank god the nabs book club is happening soon.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Job hunting.





I still haven't given up though.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Friday, December 14, 2007

Wailing haikus of love.

I wail in sadness.

The pool becomes rather dark.

my guitar fails me.

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melodies of love.

Slowly fluttering in me.

I hear her no more.

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My cold cup of tea.

My stack of three DVDs.

Sleepy dog passes.

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You came silently.

No windows open today.

It's facebookery.

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My heart sings to you.

My mouses' violent fickle.

My mind aches of you.