I love my mother, and I try to be a good and attentive son when she asks me for help with something. But helping her upload a photo for her match.com profile? I'm sorry, but no. The combination of a tech-support request, an uncomfortable window into a parent's romantic life, and guilt over not wanting to help is some kind of new maternal superweapon. If she could somehow integrate asking me to pick up my room and warning me not to smoke, she and her allies might finally be able to declare victory over filial forces everywhere.

this is hysterical: 37signals posts the original macrumors thread on the announcement of a little mp3 player called the iPod. excerpts:

"iPoop... iCry. I was so hoping for something more."

"I still can't believe this! All this hype for something so ridiculous! Who cares about an MP3 player? I want something new! I want them to think differently! Why oh why would they do this?! It's so wrong! It's so stupid!"

"All that hype for an MP3 player? Break-thru digital device? The Reality Distiortion Field™ is starting to warp Steve's mind if he thinks for one second that this thing is gonna take off."

via waxy