I’m concerned. Despite my best intentions, Curmudgeon Compound has been infiltrated by iDevices. (Note: none of them can be traced to me. I would happily burn a pile of iPods to save a scratch on my CD player. Younger viewers may want to visit the Smithsonian to learn how pre-historic man in the far distant past of the 1980’s owned rather than rented music.)
Will this tactical failure bite me in the ass? Will Apple products go HAL 9000 in a ritual of digital self-immolation? Will iPods delete everyone’s music and ship iTunes accounts to a secret cloud computing facility in Luxembourg? I wouldn’t rule it out! I’m not going anywhere near any iDevices until a suitable mourning period has passed.
But I’ve got to give credit where credit is due; Jobs took a company that was swirling the drain and used it to bludgeon several moribund sectors into life. Moving Apple from junk bond status to perennial trend setter is a world class magic trick.
He also created Pixar which gave me The Incredibles and Up. Actual stories! Delightful counterpoints to Hollywood’s usual steaming heaps of propaganda (or lame rehashed superheroes) slathered in CGI. (Note to Hollywood. Shakespeare was awesome, you are not. Learn to write or hire someone who can.)
Jobs (when he wasn’t attacking me with iNinjas) was a creative force that will be missed. Even by me.