From what I understand about him, Steve Jobs attracted people like this. Some would call them visionaries; others, assholes and elitists. In this case, fairly naked. I’m not sure what about Jobs or Apple would make some haggard divorcee take her shirt off, but there she is in all her saggy glory. I suppose I shouldn’t assume she is a divorcee–a woman this bat shit crazy may have never been scooped up by a partner. Maybe she was initially wearing a Dell or Google shirt when she rolled up, and just found it more appropriate to be wearing nothing. I’ve been in that situation before, but in my case I threw up on myself and thought it better to be topless than covered in a vomit top. My friends would have agreed if I hadn’t also thrown up under the bar table, which ruined our run at that place–topless or not. Not my finest moment, or is it?
I will talk all kinds of shit about Apple products and the topless non-conformists who use and love them, while at the same time, seriously consider whether or not to buy an iPhone to accompany my iPod and iPad. I never said I was not a complete hypocrite. Anyway, I’m looking to you all to help me make this decision. I have an Android phone at the moment–my sixth in terms of replacements–and this marvel of a device has taken to shutting itself off and on at its own pace. The nice thing about an Android is that when it does shut down or power up, it sends you, and the entire senior staff population with whom you’re presently in a meeting, a helpful signal in the form of a robot calling its own name. It’s like The Never Ending Story, except Sebastian is a much more sophisticated name than Droid. So, while you’re not the asshole with your ringer on during a meeting, you are the asshole with a phone that can’t even bother to stay on, let alone die in quiet solitude.
I need your help. To iPhone or not, you tell me: