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Not My Job

Permalink 06/01/09 at 06:48:45 am, by Ed, 221 words   English (US)
Categories: Dreams of a phenytoin addict

Between Steve Jobs, co-founder of Apple, and I, who do you think would be better-suited to fix a broken Apple? Keep that thought in your head.

I dreamed last night that I was back in school, and a presentation on Apples was being given, and a particularly interesting part about checking email was up, but not working. Steve Jobs was in the booth in the back of the room. They asked me, a random audience member, to fix the problem.

Now, I have a very specific and exact recollection of the UI, and it was exquisitely non-Apple in design.

There were buttons to generate a script to login to your email account after entering your information for Windows XP, ME, 98, but no Vista interestingly enough. I guess any buttons having to do with Windows were confoundingly useless, as we were, in fact, using a Mac.

But the whole time I was attempting to log in, Steve Jobs just sat there in the booth, watching the screen, doing nothing. I don't think he was dead, but if he does die in the near future, be aware that I also dreamed of YOUR death too! HAHAHAHA! You want some advice? Don't ride that elephant this weekend. In fact, you probably shouldn't even buy the International Space Station in the first place.

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Comment from: tunebeach [Visitor] Email
You are the ONLY person I know who dreams in such amazing clarity! You really must have too many connections in your brain! I hope they stop causing you problems, if they still do. (seizing the day, et al) But it's still pretty cool in some ways. I think you must have superpowers. What are they?
06/13/09 @ 20:09

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