Primarily about Penn State football, this is a tale told by idiots, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Apple is dumping Justin Long, the “I’m a Mac” geek.
I wonder why. Both he and the PC guy annoyed the hell out of me. But he annoyed me more.
I don’t think I’m alone. Check out articles at RadarOnline.com and Slate.com, the latter of which says that the Mac guy is “just the sort of unshaven, hoodie-wearing, hands-in-pockets hipster we’ve always imagined when picturing a Mac enthusiast.”
Don’t know about “hipster”, but weenie sure applies. Ex-weenie now.
So, in my post entitled More on the Paterno Sculpture, I speculated that the sculptor had given the old coach the smile of Alfred E. Neuman (minus the missing tooth) and the glasses of Harry Caray. So, today, having better things to do, I sought to verify my assertion. ??? ???? With pictures of Joe, Alfred, and Harry in hand, I fired up Photoshop and went to work. And what did I get? Garry Shandling!
I know I told you that I would be on vacation, but I can’t help writing about something that has titillated me for quite a while. I was reminded of it this evening when I finally got my hotel room (quite an adventure in itself, as the dyslexic desk clerk transposed two digits of the room number, sending me to the erroneous one with a key to match, much to the chagrined surprise of the room’s real occupants—but I digress). Letting myself into my room I instantly spotted the placard on the pillow. There it was—the thinly veiled attempt by the hotel’s management to save labor, water, and detergent costs while convincing us that through our valiant compliance with the “program” we’re saving the planet from an imminent environmental disaster. Yes, my faithful readers, it was the dreaded Project Planet guilt card!
