Steve Jobs Can Kiss My Nethers
Great. Another triumphant Macworld Keynote. My poor iMac G5 now feels much the same as Maria Anna Mozart. Sure, honey. You were all good and wonderful and played music very well. But now your baby brother Wolfie has come along with his prodigious talent and Intel Chips the size of billiard balls. Congrats. You are now a footnote in the history of greatness.