Monday, January 26, 2009
As you may know, I do a lot of work with Google. So much so, that it's my home page on all 4 of my computers.
Why do I have 4? It's necessary, that's why.
It seems that a mere single Blog wasn't enough. I will not disappoint however, the good news is that I'm not packing up. Think of it as I just bought a beach house down south.
Yes, Skippy is ready to take the next step in expanding his reaches far across The Interweb. I have taken my work with Google a step farther with Google Sites. Free websites for all, including people like me. Isn't that great?!
One day soon, whenever that may be, I'll have an announcement here on the new site, as well as updating the header - where you'll find a link to the site under construction.
Skippy Thorson Home.
Kinda has a nice ring to it. Very homey. Homie? Whatever the kids say nowadays.
Word to your mother. Catch you on the flip side, dogs.
Posted by SkippyThorson at 3:57 PM
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Amen brother. May the bells ring and freedom fly and the flag fly at half staff and Obama kneel at the helm of Steve's awesome being and all that delicious stuff.
So it turns 25 years old. It's 20% older than I am, with reduced fat and half the cholesterol I would assume. Perhaps it should be the source of well being as opposed to the Oprah show?
$50 says Steve is sitting at home with a little party hat and a noise maker at a 40 foot glass table across from a 1984 Macintosh and a platter of sushi. I can picture it, can't you? Perhaps it looks a little like this?
Posted by SkippyThorson at 10:30 AM
Saturday, January 17, 2009
So now it seems that yet another chain has fallen victim to the economy... or in this case, itself.
Circuit City is closing its doors in all 567 remaining stores in the U.S., while Canadian operations will carry on as though nothing happened.
Well that's just wonderfuck.
So when Best Buy hikes prices because their primary competition is gone, we know who to thank - THIS MAN.
Fathers and sons for I dont know / care how many years have looked to this place for a source of inspiration and guidance. How many times can you look back and remember your loving father asking you "So, do you want to go to Circuit City today kids?", and you responded with "Gee Pop, that would be swell!", and he hit his knee and got into that old Buick station wagon and you drove off into the sunset to go to the land of red circled happiness.
No longer are those days folks. Big business has handed the playground over to a giant yellow price tag, and it wants your soul. No seriously, just look at this thing. It probably eats babies.
So, so long glowing red globe of happiness and wonder. We will miss your Firedog expertise. Woe is the Geek Squadian who tells me that it will be $50 to tell me what was wrong and what I should expect to pay for it. Darkness looms in the future for all who are looking for a Firewire MyBook external hard drive, or a 47 inch Samsung flat screen.
Oh well. At least they have Apple Stores.
Sales start as early as today, for all the soulless wanting to benefit on the dead. I personally could use that external, but I want to honor the place as it goes down in a blaze of glory.
Which was an excellent Bon Jovi song.
I'll miss you C.C.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It would be a shame to not blog about the man that provided us with a changed world and optimistic mind, giving us all hope that technology isn't the mundane work center tool we all take for granted. It's more than that. It's a lifestyle, and a state of being.
The man that gives his all every day wants time to be with his family. He deserves it. He deserves every second of time off he can find. He doesn't deserve the scrutiny and prodding that every blogger, columnist and news story has tossed out into the open, like a domestic cat into a pack of ravenous wolves. He is but a man. Inventor and father of iPod and iPhone. We've taken enough of what he's given. Let's offer something in return. Peace perhaps. Tranquility from the madness.
Damn you who sleeps peacefully at night, after doing nothing but taking. Return what you received. Give back. Give time. Time is what will prove everyone wrong. That no, not everyone is immortal, but no, not everyone is as vulnerable as we presume. Some are tough. Some are fighters. Some are the crazy ones.
Cheers, Steve. We'll see you in a while.
Posted by SkippyThorson at 6:42 PM