You made a calloused heart believe in magic again. Your small, glowing rectangles rekindled the fire in my eyes that died at the hands of a world without jetpacks, flying cars, and robot butlers.
You reminded me that style and substance are not mutually exclusive, that an anal-retentive demand for perfecting unrealistic expectations is sometimes appealing.
No icon will ever again match your credibility or your dedication.
iLife '55-'11
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The weirdest thing was, I was eating dinner and saw the first break of the news, and the first person I thought of was you. Well, and my dad, because he's also a tech savvy granola type guy almost in his 50s.
ReplyDelete…Are you implying I'm 50?
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