Fucking right.

The ignorance of the masses speaketh again.

Say what you'd like about Jobs, he was definitely in touch with what makes it for creative minds and innovative, inspiring spaces.

I've worked in many different ad agencies over the years, and the ones that brought out the best in me (aside from the like-minded co-conspirators, the good pay, the appreciation from both clients and over-seers) had this type of influential, outside-the-box aura about their domains. Whether it was a full-sized basketball hoop in the creative department, the nooks and crannies for one-on-one art director/copywriter collaboration, the amenities and sheer discorporation of the space, or the openness of the overall layout, there's something about a well-wrought, well-thought-out and inviting creative space that invites a mass of creative thinking, and ensures that the creation of great art is foremost.

Great job, Jobs. Put this one in the win column.

Look, let's face it: Apple bagged this one. Not only did they bury the link at the bottom of the page, but the "apology" wasn't even a football field close to what the judges mandated. I'm not an Apple fan, but neither am I a detractor; I use them if I need to (in studio) or not (at home). This bullshit, however, regarding their wording and their Samsung bashing, is at the least a middle-finger-up at the justices that deemed it useful and fair, and at the most a whole boot-up-the-ass to everyone involved, including the public at large.

If they had thought to not monkey around with the decision, play fair by the ruling mandated at them, and kept the marketing dweebs out of the mix, none of this would have happened. They'd have a tiny little banner at the bottom of their page leading to a fair and impartial relation of the facts... a banner that, in almost all cases, no one would bother clicking on in the first place.

Looks good on you, Apple, I've got to say. Nice way to screw up an almost meaningless ruling.

Unfortunately, yes. Take heart, however: Heinleinian rejuvenation can't be far around the corner...

Who the HELL wastes children that way?! That's just sick.

Children are meant to be basted lightly over low heat, not flash-burned like a marshmallow. Wise up, people!

I just wrote to my Member of Parliament (I'm in Canada, eh?) to recommend the same thing here. I don't have anything on my Facebook page, nor Twitter, LinkedIn, or anywhere else I'd not like someone to see (some really bad web-page designs, but they just don't go in the book. ;-P ) but NO potential employer has the right to ask for my personal information. If you can't ask if I'm a seventy-six year old gay Catholic of Scottish extraction, you can't ask for this either... and if you do, I'll be spinning you on my upraised finger as I walk out of your door.

That's why they came up with data URI's. Bless their souls. ;-)

Ghostwheel, from the Amber series. True, not technically a robot, but he had all the extensions, and a wicked sense of humour to boot.

One of the networks ran a story about this problem; the major issue cited wasn't the theft itself (although that in itself is a couple hundred bucks of merchandise lost to the owner), but the ancillary violence and battery that goes along with the thefts/muggings that are too often associated with these crimes.

It's one thing to have your phone scooped from a table while you're in the can; it's another to be kicked and beaten to within an inch of your life for it.

A ha. THAT'S what that auto-pilot button is for. Wondered about that....

In this case, I'd take the fucking pink ponies. I'm not a Jobs fan, per say, but NO ONE should be posthumously represented by Ashton Kutcher.

Actually, you do. Unless, of course, you want to code your animations by hand. Go ahead. Me, I'd much rather use Flash, and then Swiffy them out. Much cleaner, much easier.

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Hey, you lookin' at me? You lookin' at me, orc? I'll take ya downtown, punk. I tellya, dis Minas Tirif ting, it's ours, man. Don't even TINK about goin' dere!