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For years Microsoft has put a bad taste in my mouth, and when they came out with Vista I couldn’t help but wonder how their days aren’t numbered.
Today I ran into this (via Slashdot) and it reminded me of how much I dislike their business tactics, but also how Microsoft’s, or at least Window’s, future may actually be limited.
The basic gist of the article is that the glorious Steve Ballmer thinks that Vista has been selling great. On the one hand, he is absolutely correct. It’s been selling fabulously. On the other hand, the vast majority of purchasers either had no choice in the matter, or could care less as pretty much all of the Vista sold has been attatched to the sale of new computer hardware.
Now what really bothered me about this is that Ballmer is so psyched. He could care less that his company has released an unfortuante product most IT people I know don’t want to touch with a 10 foot pole. No, because they’re still selling millions of copies.
Microsoft seems to be a company whose only goal is to make money, and it really bothers me that for many companies out there today, this is their only impetus. I have no problem with a company that makes boatloads of cash. I’m fine with it. But when that is a company’s only driving force, it really bugs the crap out of me.
Well I ended up inadvertently skipping sleep last night, and after being awake for such a long time you tend to get past being tired. There’s a period of being dead. As if you would pass out while walking somewhere. But then, a little while after that, the sleepiness just melts away. You feel awake. Almost extra awake. At this point I usually resign myself to the fact that I’m not going to get any sleep today. So, with this stuck in my head I start preparing myself for the day. What I’m going to get done or take care of with this extra time I’ve given myself. I usually think sometime around this point that I should get some caffeine in my system, I mean, to get back on track you’re going to need something to keep you going, and this where the problem lies.
As soon as the coffee hits my system, I feel it hit me like a ton of bricks. It’s as if your body has forgotten it’s tired since you’ve been this way for so long, but that touch of caffeine wakes you up just enough for your body to remember to check how tired it is, and it realises, “Fuck man! What the crap are you doing awake still? You need to crash now. Like, seriously dude, you’ve kept us awake for how long and all you’re giving us is a little caffeine. Who do you think you are? We’re going on strike for a few hours buddy. See you then.”
And I still have to bike home.
Despite what some people may think of him, I’ve always admired Charlton Heston. He was a great actor and man of principle who stood up for what he believed in. While Michael Moore may be celebrating the loss of Moses, I for one will miss Colonel George Taylor.
Here we go again. I’m giving this blog thing another go. See what happens.
Anywho…
While chilling with some friends the other day I came up with an idea for a product. A spoof of the Magic 8 Ball. But instead of black and blue, it’s flesh toned and red.
The Magic Period.
Instead of the usual “yes” “no” “maybe” of a regular Magic 8 Ball, this one goes with a “ask again later” “not now” “who do you think you are?” “go fuck yourself” kind of attitude. While it’s little more than an idea at this point, I think it would be pretty fucking sweet to put these babies into production somewhere down the line.