Manolo says, ayyyyyyy! The evil geniuses at the Microsoft they have made the tiny clone of the Steve Jobs! Run for your life, teeny tiny Steve Jobs, run!
Manolo loves the shoes!
It’s very scary.
LOL! You are so funny, Manolo. The Manolo once again has made the smiles.
And Zippy thought things were unable to get any smaller…
That is not a tiny Steve Jobs. That is obviously a normal Steve Jobs standing in from of a giant Jobs clone. The Maxi-jobs iPod is actually the size of a Mini Cooper. It’s capacity is unknown, but perhaps we are talking about a million songs, unless Jobs still listens to the Grateful Dead. In which case it can hold four whole Dead songs and an uncut recording of Inna Godda Devida. But that is still a huge technological leap forward.
The crushing of Microsoft beneath its monstrous feet should begin shortly. And there will be much rejoicing.
And so we have come full circle [link goes to Apple’s 1984 commerical].
Exploring his inner child and its need for hand cream.
Thank you Jeff the Baptist for the adjective “Maxi-jobs.” It, and its association with feminine hygiene products, will quite probably dominate my conversations today.