I'm not going to post shit about the new Apple stuff except that the iPod Touch now comes in colors. Nothing else is worth mentioning.
Now, I know my parents occasionally read my blog. I don't know if they still do, and I honestly don't care if they find this post. So please do excuse me while I rant on about my dad and, in part, the Apple fandom for a bit.
Hear the Keynote's over, so I casually check the Apple site to see if there's anything worth noting. I see the Touch's colors, walk into the living room, declare "Yes! The iPod Touch now comes in colors!" and want to leave again. Dad asks me if he can see it. "Sure." ... "Oh you want me to bring my laptop here sure thing."
So I bring over my laptop, sit down in between my parents, and get the show going. Everyone peeing their pants over the larger screen and my dad rambling on about how cool it is that it's ever so slightly thinner.
I myself don't give a shit, and I don't mind that they all do, but it's irritating when there's a huge fucking circus going on around your laptop which you just brought to show your dad something. I hastily scroll through some more pages to find interesting stuff, find nothing, and want to leave again.
"No stay show me x and y." "You have a computer of your own right?" "Yeah but it's not a laptop bluh bluh."
And then when I leave anyway I get the shitload generously sprayed all over me. "Sure, leave then." etc etc.
He didn't really show it, but he's so damn excited about the "brand new" "revolutionary" "much thinner and lighter" "best iPone yet", that he simply can't have it when he can't look at it and its specs and everything to his heart's content.
Call me unreasonable, but I hate that side of him. (Sorry dad, but get rid of your inner fanboy. Apple products ain't all gold, it's mostly buzzwords and you know it damn well.)
Yeah. Sorry for bothering y'all today.