Don’t say we never gave you anything.
Er… back.
It needs some cleaning up, but Masako’s added pages to the comments for you to more easily enjoy digging and ponies and Glaarku and whatever the hell it is you people do in there.
I hope it’s not smoking pot. That would really disappoint me.
ADDENDUM: Oh, and you know what this means, right?
Yep. Looks like the Giga-Post is back.
And guess what Masako’s working on right now?
Please stay tuned to this station.
This site has been attacked by vicious robot spammers, bent on making us pay for our sterling coverage of the Cyber Apocalypse (something you won’t see at those other rumor sites, by the way).
Masako has temporarily been able to delete the code, but we’ll be doing a full WordPress upgrade later today. If you have trouble connecting, you know who to blame: those soulless metal bastards.
UPDATE: Done.
Fresh back from the Thanksgiving holiday, I wish I had something thankful to report, but sadly I bring you only..
KILLER ROBOT RAMPAGE! (Not to be confused with the band of the same name.)
Thanks to Macworld’s Peter Cohen for the tip. There’s a guy who’s got the proper level of concern about robots sneaking into his house at night, knocking the furniture over and stealing his liver.
I don’t know what robots would do with a human liver. Possibly put it in some hideous killer cyborg, possibly just stick it in a jar of formaldehyde and put it up high on a shelf in their basement and forget about it until about ten years later when they went down there to find some carpet tacks and see it and say “Oh, there’s that human liver! Hey, Theo! Remember when I was looking all over for that human liver a couple of years ago?! Ha-ha! Ahhh… Biddy-biddy.”
Either way, pretty gruesome. One of your major organs roaming a post-apocalyptic landscape in a destructive metal behemoth or having it spend eternity next to Twiki’s washers.
Although the latter’s clearly worse. I mean… Twiki for Christ’s sake. How humiliating.
Anyway, here’s hoping your Thanksgiving holiday wasn’t filled will Ballmer-esque automatons tossing chairs and shouting “Developers! Developers! Developers!” and sweating all over the place.
Kind of makes your drunk uncle Rudy’s antics look tame, don’t it?
This one‘s free because the fine folks at Macworld magazine already paid for it!
Of course there are no curse words or excessive use of the word “butt” or gratuitous references to Jennifer fricking Connelly.
Those we keep between the two of us.
Shhh.
Don’t tell Macworld.
We’re off for the week so perhaps you can use this time to think about what you’re thankful for.
And it better be the right thing, dammit.
Because it’s not like this holiday is all about you, you know. And what you’re thankful for.
Sheesh.
Get over yourself already.
…
I’ll bet you’re still thinking about what you’re thankful for, aren’t you.
That is so like you.
Always thinking of yourself. And what you’re thankful for.
Grateful bastard.
Well, screw you.