I just wanted tell you to have a merry Christmas.
A Very merry Christmas.
Let the yule be gay.
From OSX on, your restarts have been miles away.
So, have ourself a Cupertino Christmas …
Startup sounds ring, are you listening!
I swear to god I will beat you to death with Michael Spindler and whip your dead body with the cord of a hockey puck mouse.
Okay, I’m done.” —» crazy apple rumors - moltz moltz … moltz moltz moltz…
What would his assistant do? Get him Jelly Donuts? Hold his Umbrella? Discard his illegal fire arms? Pick out songs for him to rip-off? Edit out rare photos of him with his mouth closed? Put his signature on generic “urban” clothing & overprice it? Make sure his helicopter has bucket seats?” —youtube comment
To stare at horizontal lines of phonetic symbols and Arabic numbers and to be able to put a show on in your head, it requires the reader to perform. If you can do it, you can go whaling in the South Pacific with Herman Melville, or you can watch Madame Bovary make a mess of her life in Paris.
— Kurt Vonnegut” —reblog from that major fave, loud, by baldur bjarnason, who lives in iceland and claims others people do too.