Friday Feature: Crazy Apple Help Desk

Every Friday, the staff at Crazy Apple Rumors Site used to answer common help questions based on our vast experience with Apple products and our fervent belief that we know more than you do.

But not any more.
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[THE TOP-SECRET CARS HEADQUARTERS. THE OFFICE IS ALMOST EMPTY, THE DESKS ARE CLEARED AND A LONE FIGURE SITS PUTTING ITEMS INTO A CARDBOARD BOX.]

MOLTZ: Macworld media badge. Boba Fett action figure. Lock of Nancy Heinen’s hair. Unreleased CD of HyperCard for OS X. Copy of Schillerworld magazine. Hey, there’s my Apple iPad! Man, how did I not see that was just a Newton with a sticker on it that said “iPad”? Ha-ha! Ahhh, I was so young! Well, 37.

[TAKES A SWIG OUT OF A BOTTLE OF TRES GENERACIONES ANEJO TEQUILA THEN SHOUTS TO ABSOLUTELY NO ONE:] This isn’t a box of objects it’s a box of memories, dammit!

[LOOKING INTO THE BOX] And, um, something wrapped in aluminum foil that says “Rob Enderle’s liver”. I’m kind of afraid to open that. That’s from a weekend in Vegas I don’t remember anything of at all. Which is probably a good thing.

But…

Good times. And now… it’s all…

[SUDDENLY, A LOW HUM BEGINS TO FILL THE ROOM. IT CONTINUES TO GROW AS A WHIRLWIND BEGINS, SCATTERING PAPERS AND FLINGING THE BLINDS ABOUT. AS THE NOISE REACHES AN ALMOST DEAFENING LEVEL, A BRIGHT BALL OF WHITE LIGHT APPEARS, SENDING BOLTS OF ELECTRICITY SHOOTING TO THE NOW-EMPTY OUTLETS IN THE ROOM. A FIGURE EMERGES AS THE BOLTS OF ELECTRICITY CEASE AND THE HUM DIMINISHES. IT IS THE ENTITY, STILL IN THE FORM OF THE HOTNESS THAT IS JENNIFER FRICKING CONNELLY.]

MOLTZ: Hey! What are you doing here? You already left.

THE ENTITY: Re… appearing.

MOLTZ: Right. Well, it’s not that I’m not glad to see you, but we’re not really supposed to be in here. Our lease ran out today. I already gave the keys to the landlord. He just let me in here to clean out my desk.

THE ENTITY: Forgot… [WALKS OVER TO A TABLE AND PICKS UP A PEN] …my pen. Double booked in 4 billion years.

MOLTZ: Huh?

THE ENTITY: [THE ENTITY REGARDS THE PEN THOUGHTFULLY] Interesting. Future uncertain. Again.

MOLTZ: [RAISES THE BOTTLE OF TEQUILA] Well, you got that right. [TAKES A DRINK]

THE ENTITY: Unknown forces now in motion.

MOLTZ: Uh, is that something I should be concerned about?

THE ENTITY: No. Yes.

MOLTZ: Thanks. That’s helpful.

THE ENTITY: Well… goodbye! [TURNS TO THE LIGHT]

MOLTZ: Has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of odd?

THE ENTITY: Jean-Louis Gassée.

MOLTZ: Yeah, well, he’s one to talk.

THE ENTITY: [NODS, THEN TURNS BACK TO THE LIGHT BUT DOES NOT ENTER, AS IF CONSIDERING SOMETHING FOR A MOMENT. THEN POINTS INTO THE LIGHT.] You?

MOLTZ: Uh, you want me to come with you? You want me to step into the light?

THE ENTITY: Yes.

MOLTZ: But, uh, wouldn’t that mean I’m dead?

THE ENTITY: No. Opposite. Alive. Everywhere. Everywhen.

MOLTZ: Oh. Hey, you mean just like Captain Sisko?!

THE ENTITY: No!

MOLTZ: Uh, OK.

THE ENTITY: Stupid!

MOLTZ: Well, it seems pretty much the same. How’s it different?

THE ENTITY: Booze! Wii bowling!

MOLTZ: Oh. Well, those are good differences.

THE ENTITY: Pudding!

MOLTZ: You’re three for three.

THE ENTITY: Baked Lays!

MOLTZ: That’s not terribly surprising.

THE ENTITY: Manual stick transmission!

MOLTZ: OK, now it seems like you’re just shouting random things.

THE ENTITY: Crab!

MOLTZ: Oh. Chesapeake or Dungeness?

THE ENTITY: Don.

MOLTZ: Oh. Two B’s.

THE ENTITY: Yes. Or… not.

MOLTZ: Aye! [NODDING] There’s the rub.

THE ENTITY:

MOLTZ:

THE ENTITY: Coming?

MOLTZ: You know… um… no. Thanks. As tempting as spending eternity in a parallel universe is, with all the booze and pudding I can consume, surrounded by Mac pundits of yore and energy beings who can turn themselves into Jennifer fricking Connelly at will… I’m gonna stay here. But… thanks, man. For everything.

THE ENTITY: Ah. Chicken.

MOLTZ: What? No! Hey, I did go to the center of the galaxy with you to fight Tentaculous, if you remember.

THE ENTITY: Cross-town bus!

MOLTZ: Oh, fine. Maybe it was to you, but humans aren’t used to interstellar travel. And the in-flight movie was “Catwoman”! Dear god, that made me sicker than zero G and all the radiation combined.

Anyway… you take care of yourself.

THE ENTITY: Affirmative.

[THE ENTITY TURNS AND STARTS TO ENTER THE LIGHT]

MOLTZ: Oh… hey.

THE ENTITY: Hmm?

MOLTZ: What’s your name?

THE ENTITY: Name?

MOLTZ: You never told me your name. After all these years. Do you have one?

THE ENTITY: Yes.

MOLTZ: What is it?

THE ENTITY: [PAUSES BEFORE ANSWERING] Moof.

MOLTZ: Moof? No. Really?

THE ENTITY: [NODS, THEN SHRUGS] Coincidence.

MOLTZ: [LAUGHS] OK. See you around?

THE ENTITY: [NODS] Round. Like… waffles.

MOLTZ: It always comes back to waffles, doesn’t it. Almost as if the universe were waffle-shaped or something.

THE ENTITY: Kumquat.

MOLTZ: Um… right. Well… you have a nice flight.

[THE ENTITY TURNS AND ENTERS THE LIGHT AS THE HUM RETURNS, BUT ONLY BRIEFLY. THE LIGHT SHINES BRIGHTLY AND THERE ARE SPARKS AND THE NOTHING.]

[MOLTZ LOOKS AROUND AT WHAT IS NOW ALMOST OFFICIALLY THE FORMER TOP-SECRET CARS HEADQUARTERS.]

MOLTZ: I guess this is it. Jeez. Everybody’s gone but me. Chet. Vinz. Albert (whoever that is). Masako. Howard. Ugluk. Thor. The angry Scotsman. The highly effeminate half-Orc. Gloria the Sexbot. Tentaculous. Apple’s friend Gary….

[SCOOTER THE MAILROOM BOY BURSTS INTO THE ROOM, LABORIOUSLY CARRYING A LARGE BOX.]

MOLTZ: … Scooter the mail room boy…

SCOOTER: Oh! Mr. Moltz! You’re still here!

MOLTZ: Scooter, don’t interrupt me. I’m not through reciting names. Gordy, Glaarku…

SCOOTER: Oh, well, it’s just that… there’s a package for you.

MOLTZ: Really?

SCOOTER: Yeah. It came earlier. From a Mr. Skiller?

MOLTZ: Huh? “Skiller”? I don’t know any… Wait. Schiller?

SCOOTER: It’s kind of big. Do you mind giving me a hand? I think maybe it’s a monitor or something.

MOLTZ: You’re kidding.

SCOOTER: [READING] “30-inch Cinema Display”.

MOLTZ: No. Frakking. Way.

SCOOTER: That’s what it says.

MOLTZ: Well, how do you like that?

SCOOTER: Uh, well, it’s OK, I guess. It’s a little big for me, though. I live in an efficiency.

MOLTZ: Uh-huh. Yeah, well, fortunately that was a rhetorical question. Let’s load it into my car, Scooter, my good man. Because my work here…

…is done.

[THEY EACH GRAB AN END OF THE BOX AND MOVE INTO THE HALL. MOLTZ SHUTS THE LIGHT OFF WITH HIS ELBOW AND SWINGS THE DOOR SHUT WITH HIS FOOT. IT CLOSES WITH AN AUDIBLE CLICK OF THE LOCK.]

[THERE IS A BRIEF SILENCE.]

MOLTZ: Ah, crap. I think I just locked my car keys in there.

And my box of stuff.

And my bottle of tequila.

[THERE IS THE SOUND OF THE MARIMBA RINGTONE.]

And my iPhone.

[FOLLOWED BY THE PLAINTIFF BLEATING OF A SMALL BOVIDAE.]

And, uh, apparently, the evil goat.

Darn it.

483 thoughts on “Friday Feature: Crazy Apple Help Desk”

  1. Funny, my last name used to be Unisys, and now its Burroughs. Can’t you just smell the irony?

  2. *sniff, sniff*

    Did someone leave the irony out again?
    If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times- put it back in the fridge, or it will go bad!

    Now someone needs to go get some fresh irony. This stuff is no good anymore…

  3. John, John, John. Dear John. OMG, Where’s the john?!!?

    Is it just me, or do I have the kiss of death? First, I get interested in AtAT, and then it ignominiously fades away. Then, I find CARS – and even screw up enough courage to post – and now look at the fine mess I’ve gotten us into!!!

    I just can’t take it any more. That’s it! NO MORE READING FOR ME! Nosirree! Um… oooohhhh… hey, what’s that new, shiny thing?…

    John, So long, and thanks for all the fish!

  4. John, John, John. Dear John. OMG, Where’s the john?!!?

    Is it just me, or do I have the kiss of death? First, I get interested in AtAT, and then it ignominiously fades away. Then, I find CARS – and even screw up enough courage to post – and now look at the fine mess I’ve gotten us into!!!

    I just can’t take it any more. That’s it! NO MORE READING FOR ME! Nosirree! Um… oooohhhh… hey, what’s that new, shiny thing?…

    John, So long, and thanks for all the fish!

  5. Irony? ’78 Green Dodge??? Really, huh?, it’s like you’ve gone off somewhere else to comment and not told me where! No matter… I’m making a cheesecake. And you won’t get any.

  6. Some enterprising programmer can surely put together a comment-bot. I want to be able to simply make snide comments into a microphone and have them all automatically posted in real time to the page I’m reading. Is that too much to ask?

  7. Ummmm….

    Where did everyone go?

    Is everyone off digging tunnels?

    —–

    “You are in a maze of twisty passages, all alike.”

  8. I just wanted to let you all know that this site has been a bad influence on me. (Congrats, Moltzy!)

    I was just in a telecon, and someone mentioned Jennifer Connelly (don’t ask why), and I came THIS close to saying, “You mean Jennifer frickin’ Connelly, don’t you?!”

    Mmmmm, JfC!

  9. All right, 216 comments and not one picked up on Moltz’s clue as to why he is really leaving:
    It’s the law suit! You think he could stick around with the “Plaintiff bleating”? And who is the only “Plaintiff” who could find the CARS’s top secret headquarters? My guess, Apple Legal. Even the Entity doesn’t have that kind of cash.

  10. Okay, whoever was supposed to post on the 9th blew it. Let’s not let that happen again Teamwork, people. It takes a village. Step up and shoulder your share!

  11. 10 days(almost) no CARS.
    addictions a bitch.
    Could be a JÆ’C kinda one though, that’d be alright

  12. ‘let’s go BC”?

    Sir , this is known as Common Era allowing us all to agree on the date. If we go BC, no electricity, no computers.

    Hmm. You might have a point.

  13. Is it Wednesday everywhere, even in Neverneverland.

    Bags first go at Wendy.

    Second thoughts; she must be getting on a bit by now.

  14. I believe John still checks these comments.

    I mean, you can’t just walk away from all THIS.

    Oh, by the way: 236th!!

  15. So that’s where these pencil lines on my display come from every morning, John’s been around, checking.

  16. No, I’m sure he’s referring to the twelve deadly sins. I thought you of all people would be familiar with them. I’m still working on number five.

  17. Geez
    7 deadly sins
    12 apostles ( a baker’s dozen with Mary)
    2012 reformed sects
    333 males who have penetrated Hilton
    No tabulation on other than male
    AND 247 penultimate post posts

  18. First post on the 19th!

    iMoo, I still have chocolate left; I found that if you and your significant other each give large quantities of chocolate to the other, it lasts a goodly length of time.

    (We can only eat it so fast, or our skin complains (and our teenage years were a LONG time ago).)

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