So Steve Jobs has retired. Whoop-di friggin doo. It’s not like this comes as a surprise to anyone. The guy’s received more health warnings than a BAT rep. The simple fact that he’s remained alive this far, let alone running one of the most successful companies of all time, is testament to the awesome power of the iHeart happily thumping along inside his chest cavity.
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| iHeart: the only Mac product the DOESN’T sync with anything else |
Of course, everyone now wants to know what’s going to happen to Apple. Absolutely fabulous Tim Cook has taken the reins, but will he be able to keep the company consistently birthing slicker and slicker products, gadgets that are just so gosh darn pretty that ninety percent of the population would be willing to push a crippled child down the Jammie Stairs for the opportunity to play a shitty game about avian xenophobia for twelve hours straight and them maybe make a phone call?
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| Also, we’re still not convinced he isn’t a clone being primed to accept Steve’s consciousness once he passes on. |
The answer, of course, is Yes.
Steve is an admirable man, but come on! Apple is made up of exactly one trillion, seven hundred and eighty thousand, four hundred and twelve people. And a half. The days of Steve single handedly dreaming up every award winning idea are well behind us.
Apple’s going to continue being Apple, brain-probes and all. It’s a miracle that anyone even knows who Steve is. Think about it; who runs Sony? Who’s the head honcho at IBM? What is the name of the faceless, Lovecraftian horror that slithers and slides around at the bottom of the carrion pit hidden deep beneath the foundations of the Google building?
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| Paul |
As amazing a leader as he was, Apple’s unlikely to suffer anything worse than a mild hazing period. They’re going to continue producing clever products stolen from 80s sci-fi movies and we’re going to continue buying them. It’s as predictable as death, taxes and the panicked thumping from beneath my floorboards.
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