Apple released a phone. Their stock jumped; Palm and the Blackberry company both dropped.
We haven't seen it yet, we don't know any facts about some key features (can you install your own software? what kind of OS is really under the hood?) ... and yet Apple stock soars.
I think Fake Steve had it right: "I really do think I'm descended from Jesus Christ of Nazareth. The resemblance is just too strong to be ignored."
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My picks for this weekend's NFL extravaganza: NE over SD; IND over BAL; NO over PHI; CHI and SEA are a push. In fact, so might NO/PHI as well. And I don't know that Manning can beat BAL's D. And come to think of it, I really want SD to win this game.
So forget I said anything.
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I'm watching some contrived ESPN show about the 40 minutes that define the Super Bowl, and they're focusing on the 1991 SB where Whitney Houston sang the National Anthem (and where "Scott Norwood" became an insult for the ages). I didn't get to see that game, because I did my first radio show on WDUB that evening -- some senior DJ didn't want to do his time slot. It was probably the best show I ever did; I chased that performance for three more years ... and I got out in time to see Norwood shank that kick. All in all, it was a good day.
They just showed Bart Oates talking about that kick, and it reminded me of one of my favorite "Aqua Teen Hunger Force" episodes. And now they're talking about bad halftime shows, which reminds me of Homer yelling out " This sucks. Come on, snipers, where are you!" in "Lisa the Greek.
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