When we got Windows 95 (probably sometime in 1998), it took our admins about 30 seconds to see the true purpose of the system alerts. The first one I got read, “Report to the roof immediately, await further instructions.” It took some people longer than others to catch on that not all windows alerts were created equally.
Some of my former co-workers may still be up on the roof, actually. Someone should probably check into that…
This morning on facebook, a friend posted this AV Club post about a tumblr devoted to the Lovecraftian horror of Windows 95:
If you’re old enough—and Lord, does it make us sad that this is now something you can remember if you’re “old enough,” like there are now, “You know you’re a child of the ‘90s if…” e-mail forwards—then you remember that great, shimmering bastard of an operating system, Windows 95.
Posted about their post? There must be a less awkward way to say that.
The rest of their description is funny so you should visit the AV Club before you mosey over to tumblr to relive Windows 95 Tips, Tricks and Tweaks, and possibly open a gateway to another dimension.
By now you’ve probably heard that Apple made a big fucking deal over their “unveiling” of an authorized Beatles catalog available as digital downloads.
I try not to fawn in obsessively creepy ways when he attends a pho dinner, but I think the Washington Post’s Faster Forward columnist Rob Pegoraro is an excellent tech journalist. His post about this topic was especially good:
The Beatles, their surviving heirs and their misguided management finally turned in their Flat Earth Society membership cards today, allowing the sale of their music as digital downloads on Apple’s iTunes Store. La-dee-freakin’-da.
I’m sorry, were you expecting congratulations here?
Pegoraro then outlines all of the mis-steps that the Beatles management made along the way to this allegedly historic moment.
If you can’t be bothered to go read that post, I think this tweet sums the whole absurd announcement pretty well:
I believe this is the platform atop which the attendees of sxsw will be building a pyre upon which to burn the traditional music industry model based on the traditional lore of the Viking funeral. Husband thinks it’s just river debris.