As most of you noticed, Photo Boy has been handling the site while I’ve been dealing with a family crisis. And now that crisis has come to a head because there’s something I need to come clean with after all these years: Steve Jobs is my dad.
Okay, he’s not, and now I’ve just made light of two very serious situations because I’m a soulless cockface. On that note, I’m just going to go ahead and skip the laudatory paragraph about using the iPhone on the can a.k.a. nirvana. People reports:
Steve Jobs, the wizard behind Apple who put the Mac, iPod, iPhone and iPad into the hands of millions of religiously devoted consumers around the globe, died Wednesday.
He was 56 and had battled pancreatic cancer since 2004.
“Apple has lost a visionary and creative genius, and the world has lost an amazing human being,” the company said in a statement. “Those of us who have been fortunate enough to know and work with Steve have lost a dear friend and an inspiring mentor. Steve leaves behind a company that only he could have built, and his spirit will forever be the foundation of Apple.”
Pancreatic cancer, huh? One day there’ll be an app for that.
Rest in Peace, Steve.