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Apple Legal and Fake Steve Jobs.

So someone needs to get these dogs on a leash, and right quick. Daniel Lyons, aka Fake Steve Jobs has been threatened by Apple Legal regarding some posts he’s made on his site. They’ve even gone as far as to threaten him, Mafia style:

there’s a list of my assets with an estimated value for each and I suppose the implied threat that I stand to lose them. Which kinda scares the living shit out of me, to be honest, since they’ve got a pretty thorough list, which means they’ve been doing some research on this and the offer didn’t just come out of thin air. Their lists includes my home address, most recent assessed value of my house and all the information about my mortgage; a rental property that we own; my bank accounts and investment accounts, including the college funds for our kids, whose names are used; and our boat and two cars.

This.. well it saddens me. I really enjoy Apple’s products, but I will be damned if I use, recommend or sing praises of them on high, if they make the slightest twitch towards this guy. But who am I right? Well I’m one of a multitude of consumers that believe in Apple’s products, and if I’m pissed about this then I’m sure that the numerous gentle readers of Daniel Lyons (did I mention he’s the Senior Editor at FORBES???) will be quite… pissed about it.

Fuck Apple Legal, right in their stupid fucking faces.

Yo can read the story here, here and here. There’s also a follow up post here.

I hope he blackens a few eyes if they take him down.

The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing.

I had another gall stone attack at work. It was about, if not worse than the one I had when I went to the ER. I haven’t had one in awhile. I think maybe stress among other things caused it. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

It’s strange. I’ve always had the mindset of mind over matter. All I could focus on when it was happening was the pain, and not losing it in the middle of work. It felt like everything inside me was being compressed, like I was deep underwater. My temperature shot up, I started sweating profusely, and I could hear my blood pounding in my ears. It took every ounce of my will to walk.

Am I willing to go under the knife to have it removed? I don’t know. Part of me wants to be done with it. Yank out the eye that offends and all that. Another part of me wants to deal with it, attempt to rehabilitate it. I know it’ll never be how it used to be, unless I get it removed. It’s there for a reason though. It has a function. Not to mention gall stones can still form even after your gall bladder is removed. Yay.

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