I heard that...
Steve Jobs didn't have a liver transplant he has a specially adapted iPod there and he plugs a set of headphones into his navel.
The fifth-generation iPod nano was released only yesterday, and already the deconstructionistas at repair-and-parts shop iFixit have vivisected one, yanking out its tiny, tightly engineered internal organs. You can find the entire 28-photo teardown, complete with running commentary, on iFixit's website - but here are some of …
As there is no way of completely powering down the unit, unless the battery is physically disconnected, then to a certain extent the device may be considered to be "on" until such time. In which case, using your own definition, vivisection, up to the point of the batteries removal, would be correct.
I don't think you can blame Jobs for this one. People have been going around annoying the public with their shitty taste in music since at least the Sony Walkman, and before that the hand-held transistor radio.
Maybe in the middle ages, noblemen used to race up and down the high street in their pimped-out carriages, windows down and minstrels turned up to 11.
you know there is a episode of futurama where a giant garbage ball of New yorks rubbish returns to menace the city
upon landing on it among the rubbish the planet express crew find a huge moutain of AOL disks
id like that editing because a mountain of ipods would be more amusing considering the amount they bring out. but if people insist on buying every edition they bring out.....
"Maybe in the middle ages, noblemen used to race up and down the high street in their pimped-out carriages, windows down and minstrels turned up to 11."
Almost, nobles would ride up and down the thames on barges with a full orchestra on a seperate barge - gotta play it loud so the toff's barge can hear it :)
Not the nobles, they would be what we call upper class today, they do not in general do the whole 'look at me' thing.. well, not the _obvious_ look at me thing anyway ;) . No, I suspect the best simily would be the town fool who staggered drunkenly through the streets, juiced up on fermented turnip juice and belting out whatever passed for top40 in those days.
Come to think of it, not that much has changed since then.
Megaphone, boom boom.
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