caves and apples

Cave time.

I've spent the past 2 days holed up, aside from zombie-like trips to the supermarket and Indian takeaway, and a couple mostly normal short work obligations. Doing nothing on purpose is a magic healer. The infection is receding. I feel a million miles away from anything that isn't me. And it's cozy. Safe.

Taking this time feels like dropping anchor.

Moving on.

I am in loathe with my iphone. I'd like to say offensive things about people with Aspergers and the death of Steve Jobs, but then the Smugness wins. And I won't be having that.

I will just say that I have been less frustrated by trying to talk with my mortgage company on the phone than by using this miniature computer designed for people with no imagination who hate themselves.

Yes, my first experience as a kid learning to use a computer was on an Apple, but you'll not hear me going around talking about it like it's a badge of honor on my Smug jacket in the "I Have Nothing Interesting to Distinguish Myself With So I Use a Brand" club.

Jesus Christ. Did you see that?

Here's 30 seconds of pure apple honestly. Yes. Go fuck yourself.

.....Ahhh, now that feels almost as good as cave time.