RIP Thread - Raise a glass to those who have passed

[John Barleycorn]

I'm drinking a shitload of vodka, eating a Xanax, and work my hair up into a boufant in honor of A.W.

Hell, if I can find them I'll wear my 4" F.M. heels.

Save the effort and just get a bouffant wig. You can wear it whenever you're going out to get totally hammered and want people to get the fuck out of your way.

[Screwball]

I'm drinking a shitload of vodka, eating a Xanax, and work my hair up into a boufant in honor of A.W.

Hell, if I can find them I'll wear my 4" F.M. heels.

Save the effort and just get a bouffant wig. You can wear it whenever you're going out to get totally hammered and want people to get the fuck out of your way.

The reason why I wear Very Pointy Boots is to get people out of the fucking way.

..and I'm a Texan.

[waahoohah]

So. Steve Jobs has died.

That's all I've got.

[Chimneyfish]

Captain's Apple

• 1/2 shot black rum
  1/2 shot white rum
  Top with Apple Tango

Been using Macs as long as I can remember, RIP.

[Impish Boozehound]

My iPhone spontaneously reset itself at that moment,

Then it grew arms and tried to install iTunes in my frontal lobe using a corkscrew.

[waahoohah]

No, it isn't.

I grew up on Apple 2's. Steve knew how to hook us early, he put 'em in schools. My first Mac was the "Macintosh", and my junior high treated the seven or so they got their hands on like they were strange holy icons whose power could not be understood by mortal man. They were part right, the school had no idea what a mac could do. that was my first, and last, experience with hacking.
Then, in my world, Apple products were hit by the one-two punch of puberty and Microsoft. Steve never had a chance. When the hormone tsunami gently deposited me back into the real world, Apple was all but dead, and Windows was just what you did. There was a short procession of dull, square, oatmeal gray boxes. In 2002, when I decided I needed an MP3 player, I narrowed my choices down to an RCA Lyra and this Apple thing called an "iPod".
I chose the Lyra. It was oatmeal gray, and my oatmeal gray box didn't have a firewire port. Yes, I am retarded.
Eventually, though, I grew up. The oatmeal desktops turned into charcoal gray laptops.
That train stopped, however, thanks to wine.
It turns out, you spill a glass of (not) good red wine on a laptop back then, and the ungrateful sonovabitch would just lock up and go on strike! The ingrate! Well, as it happened, instead of trying to fix this horrible machine that was obviously waiting to rat me out to the anti-saloon league, I went pawn-shopping for a desktop that would get me by. I had a tax refund coming in a couple months, if I could find something that would keep me vaguely connected until then, I would be good.
That is when I found the iMac.
Tangerine. Obsolete as hell. Hundred bucks.
I'd always remembered Apple stuff fondly, if from afar, and always thought about them in much the same way I thought of BMW. That is to say, "When I hit that lotto, man, I'm gettin' a new 5 series, and I'm finally switchin' over to a Mac, too...."

But here it was. Not quite a 5 series, not even a 318Ti, but a hundred bucks would make me an Apple man.

I talked them down to eighty-five.

And that will be the best eighty-five dollars I will have ever spent in my life.

This iMac. I can't describe it. Once I found a website full of old obsolete apps, and replaced IE5 with a long dead version of Opera, this cartoony, bright-stupid-orange-picture-tube-in-a-box so-called computer was everything the old charcoal gray laptop was. Only easier.

I've had many computers. I've had Commodore 64's, whose 'loading' sounded a lot like 'devouring'. I grew up on Apples, Played around on DOS, never got the hang of it. Still have the old Atari 2600, still have the old joystick rebuild kits Atari sent my dad.

I've lost files, I've lost journals that I've poured my heart out into. The first one I lost I created in an old Brother smart typewriter. You'd think I'd learn how to hold a pencil.

But I've never lost more than today.

[Chimneyfish]

The heartfelt celebrity memorials are already pouring in

[Chimneyfish]

[fiyah]

RIP Steve Jobs




Cheers, buddy

[Savage]

Poor man. I didn't realize he was so young. Ooh, I feel the Grim Reaper standing behind me.
Seriously, I thought those computer guys were so much older. Boggles my mind, how much things have changed since I was a little girl. Sort of like how people born in, say, 1880, must have felt when the twentieth century started belching forth its technology.

[Mr Boozificator]

Poor man. I didn't realize he was so young. Ooh, I feel the Grim Reaper standing behind me.
Seriously, I thought those computer guys were so much older. Boggles my mind, how much things have changed since I was a little girl. Sort of like how people born in, say, 1880, must have felt when the twentieth century started belching forth its technology.

Actually that was just me with a bunch of flowers and a ring for every one of your daughters.
I was about to yell "surprise!"

[Smatter Noguts]

Oggar and Mayhem should fight it out to the death, or at least till one quits and we all drink.

[Wingman]

Oggar and Mayhem should fight it out to the death, or at least till one quits and we all drink.

i got like $5,000 on oggar. i'll pay 20-to-1.

also, iCan't believe he's dead!

[ruiner]

No, it isn't.

I grew up on Apple 2's. Steve knew how to hook us early, he put 'em in schools. My first Mac was the "Macintosh", and my junior high treated the seven or so they got their hands on like they were strange holy icons whose power could not be understood by mortal man. They were part right, the school had no idea what a mac could do. that was my first, and last, experience with hacking.
Then, in my world, Apple products were hit by the one-two punch of puberty and Microsoft. Steve never had a chance. When the hormone tsunami gently deposited me back into the real world, Apple was all but dead, and Windows was just what you did. There was a short procession of dull, square, oatmeal gray boxes. In 2002, when I decided I needed an MP3 player, I narrowed my choices down to an RCA Lyra and this Apple thing called an "iPod".
I chose the Lyra. It was oatmeal gray, and my oatmeal gray box didn't have a firewire port. Yes, I am retarded.
Eventually, though, I grew up. The oatmeal desktops turned into charcoal gray laptops.
That train stopped, however, thanks to wine.
It turns out, you spill a glass of (not) good red wine on a laptop back then, and the ungrateful sonovabitch would just lock up and go on strike! The ingrate! Well, as it happened, instead of trying to fix this horrible machine that was obviously waiting to rat me out to the anti-saloon league, I went pawn-shopping for a desktop that would get me by. I had a tax refund coming in a couple months, if I could find something that would keep me vaguely connected until then, I would be good.
That is when I found the iMac.
Tangerine. Obsolete as hell. Hundred bucks.
I'd always remembered Apple stuff fondly, if from afar, and always thought about them in much the same way I thought of BMW. That is to say, "When I hit that lotto, man, I'm gettin' a new 5 series, and I'm finally switchin' over to a Mac, too...."

But here it was. Not quite a 5 series, not even a 318Ti, but a hundred bucks would make me an Apple man.

I talked them down to eighty-five.

And that will be the best eighty-five dollars I will have ever spent in my life.

This iMac. I can't describe it. Once I found a website full of old obsolete apps, and replaced IE5 with a long dead version of Opera, this cartoony, bright-stupid-orange-picture-tube-in-a-box so-called computer was everything the old charcoal gray laptop was. Only easier.

I've had many computers. I've had Commodore 64's, whose 'loading' sounded a lot like 'devouring'. I grew up on Apples, Played around on DOS, never got the hang of it. Still have the old Atari 2600, still have the old joystick rebuild kits Atari sent my dad.

I've lost files, I've lost journals that I've poured my heart out into. The first one I lost I created in an old Brother smart typewriter. You'd think I'd learn how to hold a pencil.

But I've never lost more than today.

56 is way too young for anyone to die, but this post made me realize that in my 28 years, I have never bought an Apple product*. Not so much as an iTune.

*I'm sure some product was embedded in something else, or not, i'm a PC, I don't have to know these things.

[JimLahey]

The heartfelt celebrity memorials are already pouring in

Beet, always keepin' it real. Who me?