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Woz On Apple's Success
Frankenbuffer writes "The Globe and Mail today has a short interview with Steve Wozniak, co-founder of Apple. Steve muses on spinning off iPod as a separate division. He also questions the move to Intel." From the article: "Microsoft wants to get out of the whole image of the big, black Darth Vader evil guy ... Innovation is probably going on within the company, because any time you put smart engineers in places eventually they wind up talking and innovating no matter how much you try to hold them back. I hope Microsoft improves and becomes more like Apple."
MOD THIS COMMENT DOWN!!!
tried that, i dilocated my leg, 9 of my 10 fingures, along with both arms.
Some time ago, in a little village called `Oostburg' (who made up that stoopid name anyway?) aliens abducted a boy. This boy was called Bart, but he liked to be called `Virtual Bart' in his famous -ate my balls- stories.
The aliens were working for me. In fact, they weren't really aliens. They were some retired politicians who had covered up alien life on this planet for all their life. It WAS their job. But now they had to abduct the weirdest boy on earth: Virtual Bart.
One night, I send them out to abduct Bart. They did successfully... until he was beamed on board our helicopter. There he woke up out of our sleeping potion. (that was our way to abduct people) He took his bazooka, which he had hidden on a place we can't mention by the name (because of possible younger readers) and shot all of the aliens dead, except the pilot of the helicopter. He ordered him to fly to his home planet. The alien -who feared for his life- flew to my office. He knocked on my door and came inside. There the pilot alien ran away. But that didn't seem to bother Bart. He just pointed the bazooka at me, and stood there for about 1 minute. I then asked him what he wanted. ""The Truth!" he yelled. I wanted to reply, but I didn't get a chance. He continued: "and your BALLS!!!"
I had no choice. I walked towards Bart. He ordered me to cut of my own balls with a spoon. "But that's impossible" I said. "Well. use a knife then' he ordered me again. I did what he said. And suddenly, I saw all my life (to be honoust: all times I used my balls) in a flash. He ordered me to give him my balls. I did so. And what he did next was really horrible. He took my balls in his mouth, and chewed several times on it. Then he spit my balls (or what was left of them) out in my face. He said: "I don't need the truth anymore. I've just had some delicious cover up balls"
As a side note. Apple I Replica Creation is an interesting book about building an Apple I from the chips up.